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Full text of "Golden Argosy Magazine Volume 6 Number 21 (April 21, 1988)"

Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1888, by Frank A. Munsey, in the orfice of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington, D. C. 



Vol. VI. No. 21. 



FRANK A. MUNSEV, \ 8l WAR KEN ST., 
PUBLISHER. 1 NEW YORK. 



NEW YORK, SATURDAY, APRIL 21, 1888. 



^I^nIc™^' Whole No. 281. 




fern's Fipsl Sph/e. 



BY G. K. WHITMORE. 



WITH THE FURV OF LONG IMPRISONED MONSTERS THE LOGS SURGED 

FORWARD, AND THE NEXT MOMENT THAT ON WHICH 

TOM HAD SPRUNG WAS STRUCK AND 

ITRNED OVER. 



jTOM MANFRED came bursting into 

ig the house one sunny afternoon in 
April, his face all aglow with en- 
thusiasm. 

"Mother, oh mother!" he called. 
"Where are you? I've got my chance 
at last." 

" Why, Tom, what is it?" said a little 
woman in black, coming into the sitting 
room, her hands white with flour, 



Sweet is the only adjective that will 
describe her face, and if anything was 
needed to increase its kindly expression, 
it was found in the love light that shone 
out of the gray eyes when they rested on 
her boy, handsome, strong, and his 
mother's devoted knight. 

" I met Dr. Drake on my way from 
school," the latter went on excitedly. 
" He owns the saw mill at Croggs' Land 



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THE GOLDEN ARGOSY. 



NUMBER 281. 



iu|*« you know. He was driving along the road 
with the nattiest team of grays you ever saw, 
when one of then) puked up a stone in his hoof 
and began to go lame. 1 ran ahead and whip- 
ped out that big knife of father's, with the hook 
arrangement in jt for that sort of business. I 
bent over and had the stone out in a jiffy." 

"But where does your * chance' come in?" 
asked his mother. 

"Why, when I'd got the stone out he said 
lie was ever so much obliged, and would I mind 
telling him who I was. And when he found 
out that I lived on the road to Croggs' Landing 
he just turned his team around and said he'd 
drive me home; that he'd only come out to 
exercise the grays any way. And didn't I enjoy 
that ride ? Rut the best of it was that we got 
talking, and I told how badly 1 wanted to earn 
enough money for you and I to go East this 
summer, where Uncle Frank had promised me 
a place in his furniture factory. ' It wouldn't 
hurt you then to know something about log- 
ging,' he said." 

"Oh, Tom!" exclaimed Mrs. Manfred, the 
shadow of a great fear creeping into her face, 
"you mean to risk your " 

"No, indeed!" merrily laughed Tom. *• I'm 
not going to be a chopper, and risk having my 
spine broken by the tree falling just where I 
didn't expect it to. The cutting season's over 
you know, because the snow lias got so thin 
that they can't haul the logs over it to the river. 
They're going to begin to l run ' the logs down 
stream next week, and Mr. Drake said 1 could 
be one of the logging crew, and I'll make 
twenty five dollars by it. Think of that, and 
have the fun besides !" 

" But, Tom, it's so very dangerous. What if 
you should slip ? The logs are round, and the 
slightest misstep would send you down between 
— oh, Tom, it would be worse than drowning! 
Give it up and find something else." 

" But, mother, we're always in danger, you 
know, right here in this cyclone belt. The house 
may be crushed in over our heads any day. Be- 
sides, haven't I tried all winter to get some- 
thing to do that will give me a lot of money in 
a short time? And this is the very thing ! And 
this chance came about so accidentally, you 
may say, that it seems a shame to lose it. But 
of course if you say no, mother, I'll give it up. 
Just think, 1 may be back here in two or three 
weeks with a quarter of a hundred dollars hi 
my pocket !" 

Mrs. Manfred smiled, and Tom knew that 
his point was gained, and a few minutes later he 
went out to see about having his heaviest pair 
of boots shod with projecting nails. 

He was a finely built boy, tall for his age, and 
with broad, square shoulders, that had doubt- 
less suggested to Mr. Drake his adaptability to 
logging. Mr. Manfred had died suddenly the 
previous fall, leaving his wife and son with but 
scanty provision for the future. 

Mrs. Manfred's brother in Newark had writ- 
ten that if they would come East, he might 
find a place for Tom in his factory. He had 
had but little intercourse with his sister since 
her marriage, and was therefore not supposed 
10 know that the expense of the journey from 
Wisconsin to New Jersey would be a serious 
item with her. 

" If you come on before June," his letter had 
read, and ever since its receipt the widow had 
been casting around in her mind for some 
means of getting together the funds for the 
trip. 

And now, as Tom had said, this offer of Mr. 
Drake's seemed to promise the speediest solu- 
tion of the problem. It would be Tom's first 
experience at wage earning, and this of itself 
was sufficient to make him wildly enthusiastic 
over the prospect. 

The day of departure came and he set out on 
the railroad for the woods in company with 
Hank Batchen, the superintendent of the log- 
ging crew, who had come down to St. Pierre for 
a holiday and a good time while waiting for the 
ice to break up. 

He was a big man, with colorless eyes of the 
light blue order, a fierce, red, bristly beard, and 
a voice that seemed made for use only out of 
doors. 

He looked at Tom's fair skin and soft hands 
with asniff of contempt. 

"What did Drake send that baby up into the 
woods for now, I wonder ?" he muttered to 
himself. 

Nevertheless, when "the baby" began to ply 
him with questions about the process of "run- 
ning," questions that were not those of a 
" greeny," but of one who already had well de- 
fined ideas on the subject, Batchen became 
less and less gruff in his replies, and before 
camp was reached, inwardly vowed to keep an 
eye on the boy. 

And now, if ever, Tom Manfred needed a 
friend. The loggers, wearied of their long 
wait in the woods after the cutting was over, 
were ripe for any sort of fun, and when they 
saw Tom, with his neat clothes, and white 
hands, and noted how free from everything 
coarse and vile his language was, they felt that 
they had sport before them indeed. 

But at the first sign of trick playing on "the 
kid," as they immediately dubbed young Man- 
fred, old Batchen interfered, declaring that the 
boy had been hired by Drake himself, and that 
they were bound to give him fair play. 

This served to check all open persecution, but 
the superintendent had showed how little tact 
he possessed when he hinted that Tom was 
a favorite with the " boss." 

The men felt that now they had a cause for 
making things unpleasant for the youth on the 



sly, and this they did in all sorts of ways, from 
salting his coffee to filling his boots with 
brambles, besides taunting and ridiculing him. 

But Tom never complained, although the life- 
was a hard one at best, all unused to roughing 
it as lie had been. The St. Pierre not being a 
very wide river, the raftsmen were not accom- 
panied on their journey by what is called a 
'ivammikin^ a floating cabin provided with cook- 
ing and sleeping conveniences, and which drifts 
down stream behind the "drive." Its place 
was taken by traveling cooks, who prepared the 
meals at convenient points along the river 
banks, while the men rolled themselves up in 
the blankets, and slept out of doors, with their 
feet to the roaring camp fire. 

Tom, however, who was of a hardy nature, 
speedily accustomed himself to this primitive 
mode of existence ; and the'work, though wear- 
ing, was exciting, and anything but monoto- 
nous. The attitude of his fellow laborers toward 
him, though, was hard to bear. 

He hated to bethought tender or fearsome, 
and was unaffectedly glad when, after the first 
day's work with the " driving pike," the blisters 
came out on his hands. He tried in every way 
he could think of, except by lowering himself 
to indulge in their vile talk, to show that he 
wasn't the "kid glove" character they made 
him out to be. 

But Batchen's remark about the boss being 
interested in him still poisoned their minds, and, 
although Tom worked his hardest every day, 
he felt that he was always looked upon as'a 
"player;" that is, one who had been allowed 
to come down with the drive for the fun of it. 
and because he knew the boss. 

Thus things ran on until the enormous " run," 
extending along the river for some six or seven 
miles, reached the rapids, about thirty miles 
above St. Pierre. 

Tom had been looking forward to this phase 
of the trip with steadily augmenting interest. 
His station was in about the center of the drive, 
and hitherto his chief duty had been to watch 
along the bank for such of the logs as showed 
a disposition to linger on the shore, and shove 
them off again with his driving pike. Now he 
hoped for. something decidedly more exciting. 
And he got it. 

The morning after the first of the " run " had 
entered the rapids, a deadlock occurred in that 
portion of the raft where Tom was stationed. 

" Here, you, Joe, take your pole and break 
that jam," called out Batchen, turning to a slim 
fellow of twenty one or two, who had been fore- 
most in taunting Tom. 

The poor fellow's teeth were chattering in an 
ague chill, and he was really not able to be out. 
But as lying abed meant being left behind alone 
in the wilderness, he had got up with the rest 
and struggled through his dui<e« a* best he 
could. 

But now he hesitated. How could he run 
out over those treacherous logs, with the cold 
spray dashing over them like rain ? And yet 
he knew that he was relied on for just such 
emergencies, being of lighter build than the 
others, and therefore not so liable to sink or 
overturn the logs. 

Joe, however, was not the only one who ran 
all this over rapidly in his mind. Tom, who 
was one of the few that knew of the ague chill, 
saw the true state of the case in a trice, and in- 
stantly, without a thought of anything but pity 
for the unfortunate Joe, walked up to Batchen. 

" Let me go," he said. "Joe's awfully sick, 
and really isn't fit to go out there, let alone 
pushing when he gets there. I'm light, and 
strong, loo, and I've seen Joe do it many a 
time." 

The next moment Tom was bounding out 
over the closely wedged timbers towards the up- 
heaved mass in the center. Batchen had just 
pointed out the two logs which, colliding so as 
to form a V, had blocked the stream for all be- 
hind them. 

Tom knew well the danger attending the 
task he had undertaken, but he had great confi- 
dence in his own agility and leaping powers. 
And since he had started he recollecte'd that now 
he had a chance to show the men of what sort 
of stuff lie was made, for a jam breaker always 
stood high in their estimation. 

As he struck off obliquely he could see them 
now, watching him intently from the shore. 

" I won't fail," he said to himself between 
clenched teeth, and the next moment he was 
working away at the refractory logs. 

The river, seemingly as if its waters were en- 
raged that their flow should be checked by such 
prosaic obstructions, hissed and boiled up be- 
tween the logs, drenching Tom to the skin and 
making his precarious footing still more inse- 
cure by their slippery deposit. 

But Tom stuck like a burr and worked away 
like a beaver, till at last he had the logs, which 
were the keystone, so to speak, of the jam, 
almost free ; and now came the great danger of 
the undertaking. 

Could Tom succeed in getting out of the way 
quickly enough, when the blockade was lifted, 
to escape the mad onrush of the " run ? " 

Already the impatient logs were piling up at 
his feet, compelling him to shift his position 
every second. Taking a rapid survey of the 
route he must traverse to reach the shore, Tom 
gave a final shove, then turned and ran. 

With the fury of long imprisoned monsters, 
the logs surged forward and the next moment 
that on which Tom had sprung was struck and 
turned over. Tom leaped to another just in 
time, but now the whole mass appeared ready 
to sweep over him. It seemed as if there could 
be no escape for him, 



The men on shore, watching with helpless ex- 
pectancy, shouted out cheers and encourage- 
ment which were music in the boy's ear. But 
how long would he be there to enjoy it ? 

Already the oncoming mass was almost upon 
him, towering high in majestic wrath at having 
been delayed so long. 

Tom saw it aud also saw two logs, that 
seemed out of range of the threatened swirl. 
But could he reach them ? 

There was a clear strip of water between ; 
there was no time to swim it and the leap would 
be a tremendous one, without any chance to 
make a run beforehand. 

There was no alternative, however, but the 
terrible one of remaining where he was to be 
crushed. 

Another cheer rang out from the bank, and 
with this still ringing in his ears, Tom jumped. 

He landed on the very verge of the log for 
which he had aimed. He tottered for a second 
and only saved himself from falling by making 
another flying leap to another log, and' so on to 
the shore, not remaining long enough on any 
one to lose his balance. 

Hank Batchen was ready on the bank to 
shake him by the hand, and for the rest of the 
run he was the hero of the crew ; and he and 
his mother arrived in Newark bv the end of 

May. 

4. # ^ — __ 

IN FANCY'S LOOM. 

BV ISKAKI. JORDAN. 

In fancy's loom let us tonight 

Weave those sweet things that come to Hffht 

When Winter goes, and after him 

Exultingly the swallows skim 

Northward o'er greening vale and height. 

What though fierce frost winds waste their might? 

Our curtained home is warm and bright. 

I,©! bluebirds on the budding limb 

In fancy's loom. 
No mortal ever sang aright 
Spring's miracles chat meet the sight 
In sunny (ield and forest dim ; 
Therefore in silence let us trim 
A land with beauty fret from blight 

In fancy's loom. 



[ /'his sfniy commenced in .\V>. uy.] 

Mr. Malgrove s Ward ; 



LIVING IT DOWN. 

By TALBOT BAINES RLED, 
Author 0/ "Reginald CrutY?//," etc.. He. 



CHAPTER XXXV. 

TUNES AKVRKTISEMKNTS. 

"JEFFREYS sat staring at the familiar writ- 
ing; in a dazed fashion fora moment, then 
quitted the garret hurriedly and entered 
the room of a family of five who liverl 
below him. 

"Mrs. Pratt,' 1 said he. to tile ragged woman 
who sat nursing her baby in the corner, "did 
you see who Trimble had with him when he 
died ? " 

" He's dead, then, sir" — these fellow lodgers 
of Jeffreys called him "sir" in spite of his 
misery. " 1 knew that cough couldn't last. 
My Annie's begun with it ; she'll go too. It's 
been hard enough to keep the children, but it 
will be harder to lose them ! " she cried. 

Jeffreys went to the bed where the little con- 
sumptive girl lay in a restless sleep, breathing 
heavily. 

"Poor little Annie!" said he; "I did not 
know she was so ill." 

" How could you ? Yes, 1 saw the lady come 
down — a pretty wee thing. She comes and goes 
here. Maybe when she hears of Annie she'll 
come to her." 

" Do you know her name ?" 

"No. She's a lady they say. I heard her 
singing up stairs to Trimble ; it was a treat ! 
You'll be glad of some help, I expect ? If you'll 
mind the children, Mr. John, I'll go up and do 
the best we can for the poor fellow/' 

And so Jeffreys, with the baby in his arms, 
sat beside the little invalid in that lonely room, 
while the mother, putting aside her own sor- 
rows, went up and did a woman's service where 
it was most needed. 

The next day he had the garret to himself. 

That letter — how he treasured it ! — changed 
life for him. He had expected when Jonah's 
illness ended to drift back once more into the 
bitterness of despair. But that was impossi- 
ble now. 

He made no attempt to see the angel of 
whose visits to the alley he now and again 
heard. Indeed, whether he was in work or not, 
he left early and came back late on purpose to 
avoid a meeting. He had long been known by 
his neighbors only as John, so that there was 
no chance of her discovering wdip he was. 

He worked well and patiently at the tempo- 
rary manual labor on which he was employed, 
and when that came to an end he looked about 
resolutely for more. 

Meanwhile — do not smile, reader — he made 
an investment of capital ! In other words, he 
spent threepence in pen, ink, paper, and a can- 
dle, and spent one night in his lonely garret 
writing. It was a letter, addressed to a stranger, 
on a public question. In other words, it was 
an article to a London paper on "Life in a 
Slum, by One who Lives There." It was a 
quiet, unsensational paper, with some practical 



suggestions for the improvement' of poor peo- 
ple's dwellings, and a few stories of experiences 
in which the writer himself had taken a part. 

He dropped it doubtfully into the editor's 
box, and tried to forget about it. He dared 
not look at the paper next day. and when two 
days passed and he heard nothing, he concluded 
that the bolt had missed fire. 

But it was not so. A week later, the posl- 
Miaii entered Storr Alley — an unheard of event 
— and left him a letter. It contained a money 
order for ten shillings, and read: 

"The editor incloses ten shillings for the letter 
un Slum Life, contributed by Mr. John to the 
paper of the 23d. He can lake two more 011 
the same subject at the same terms, and sug- 
gests that Mr. John should deal specially with — " 
And here the editor gave an outline of the 
topics on which the public would be most likely 
to desire information. 

With overflowing heart, and giving Raby the 
credit, he sat down and wrote the two articles. 

His first half sovereign went in a deed of 
mercy. Little Annie lay dead in her bed the 
night it arrived. Jeffreys, that morning, before 
he started to work, had watched the little spark 
of life flicker for the last time and go out. The 
mother, worn out by her constant vigils, lay ill 
beside her dead child. The father, a drunkard, 
out of work, deserted the place, and the two 
other children, the baby, and the sister scarcely 
more than baby, wailed all day for cold and 
hunger. What could he do but devole the first 
fruits of his pen to these companions in dis- 
tress ? The half sovereign sufficed for the 
child's funeral, with a little over for the sick 
mother. And for the rest, he took the baby to 
his own garret for a night or two, and tended it 
there as best he could. 

The two fresh letters lo the paper in due time 
brought a sovereign ; but at the same lime a 
chilling notification to the effect that the editor 
did not need further contributions, and would 
let Mr. John know if at any future time he re- 
quired his services. 

It was the abrupt closing of one door of 
promise. Still Jeffreys, with hope big within 
him, did not sit and fret. 

Literary work might yet be had, and mean- 
while bodily labor must be endured. 

Towards the beginning of December, any one 
taking up one of the London penny papers 
might have observed, had he been given to the 
study of such matters, three advertisements. 
Here they are in their proper order : 

Shoii.d this meet the eye of John Jeffreys, late 
private secretary to a gentleman in Cumberland, 
he is earnestly requested to communicate with his 
friend and late employer. 

Readers of the agony column were getting 
tired of this advertisement. It had appeared 
once a week for the last six months, and was 
getting stale by this time. 

The next advertisement was more recent, but 
still a trifle dull : 

Gerhard Forrester. — If Gerrard Forrester (sun 
of the late Captain Forrester, of the — Hussarsl, 
who was last heard of at Bolsover School, 111 Oc- 
tober, 18—, where he met with a serious accident, 
should see this, he is requested to communicate 
wdth Messrs. Wilkins and Wilkins, Solicitors, 
Blank Street, W. C, from wdiom he will hear 
something to his advantage. Anv person able to 
give satisfactory information leading to the dis- 
covery of the said Gerrard Forrester, or, in the 
event of his death, producing evidence of his de- 
cease, will be liberally rewarded. 

The third advertisement, in another column, 
appeared now for the first time : 

A young man, well educated, and a careful stu- 
dent of Bibliography, is anxious for literary work. 
Searches made and extracts copied.— Apply, J., 
2 8a, Storr Alley, W. C. 

It would have puzzled any ordinary observe) 
to detect in these three appeals anything to con- 
nect them together. Jeffreys, however, glanc- 
ing down the columns of the borrowed paper 
fora sight of his own advertisement, started 
and turned pale as his eye fell first on his own 
name, then on Forrester's. 

It was like a conspiracy to bewilder and 
baffle him at the moment when hope seemed to 
be returning. He had convinced himself that 
his one chance was to break with every tie 
which bound him to his old life, and to start 
afresh from the lowest step of all. And here, 
at the outset, there met him two calls from that 
old life, both of which it was hard to resist. 
Mr. Rimbolt he decided to resist at all hazards. 
He still shuddered as he recalled the stiff rustle 
of a certain silk dress in Clarges Street, and 
preferred his present privations a hundredfold. 
K.ven the thought of Percy, and the library, 
and Mr. Rimbolt's goodness, could not efface 
that one overpowering impression. 

The other advertisement perplexed and agi- 
tated him more. Who was this unknown per- 
son on whose behalf Messrs. Wilkins and Wil- 
kins were seeking information respecting young 
Forrester ? It might be Scarfe, or Mr. Framp- 
ton, or possibly some unheard of relative, in- 
terested in the disposal of the late gallant 
officer's effects. He could not assist the search. 
The little he knew was probably already known 
to the lawyers, yet it excited him wildly to 
think that some one besides himself was in 
search of the lad whose memory had haunted 
him for so many months, and whom, even in 
his most despairing moments, he had never 
quite given up for lost. 

True, he had long since ceased to believe that 
he was really to be found by searching. Every- 
thing combined to baffle search, almost to for- 
bid it, and yet he had constantly lived in a 
vague expectation of rinding or hearing of him 
some day accidentally and unawares. But this 



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advertisement filled him with self reproach. 
What right had he had 10 do anything, to rest 
a day. till he had found this lost boy — -lost by 
his fault, by his sin ? No wonder he had not 
prospered. No wonder the bad name bad 
haunted him and dragged him down ! 

One thing was certain, whether what he knew 
was known to others or not, it was his duty to 
aid now in this new search. So he wrote as 
follows to Messrs. Wilkins and Wilkins : 

Private and Confidential. 

The writer of this knew Gerrard Forrester at 
Kolsovcr School two years ago, and was responsi- 
ble almost wholly for the accident referred to, 
'I he writer left Rolsover in consequence, and has not 
seen Forrester since. In May of the following 
year he made inquiries at Grangerham, Forrester's 
native place, where he ascertained that the boy 
had been removed there from Rolsover, and had 
remained for some time with his grandmother, 
Mrs. Wilcox. Mrs. Wilcox, however, was ordered 
to the South for iter health, and died at Torquay. 
Forrester, who appears to have been a cripple, and 
unable to help himself, was then left in charge of 
his old nurse, who left Grangerham shortly after- 
wards, it is said, in order to take the boy to a hos- 
pital -where, no one could say. This is the last 
the writer heard. Messrs. YV. and W. might do 
well to apply to the clergyman and Wesleyan min- 
ister at Grangerham, who may have some later 
news. The writer would be thankful to be of any 
service in helping to find one whom he has so ter- 
ribly wronged ; and any letter addressed " J., at 
Jones's Coffee House, Drury I.ane," will tind him. 

It should be said that when Forrester was last 
seen, only faint hopes were held out as to his re- 
covery, even as a cripple. 

An anxious time followed. It was hard to 
work, as usual — harder still to wait. The idea 
of Forrester being after all found took strange 
possession of his mind, to the exclusion of all 
else. The prospect which had seemed to open 
before him appeared suddenly blocked ; he 
could think of nothing ahead except that one 
possible meeting. 

So preoccupied was he that his own advertise- 
ment for work was forgotten the day after it 
appeared. He called at Jones's Coffee Hotise 
two or three times daily, and at last received 
the following : 

Messrs Wilkins and Wilkins will be much obliged 
if the writer of the letter of the 6th inst. will 
favor them with a call on Wednesday forenoon, as 
he may be able to assist them materially in the 
search in which they are engaged. Messrs. W . 
and W. will treat the interview as confidential. 



CHATTER XX'XVT. 

II I a M O I) G EON. 

fHlNGS had not been going well with 
Percy Rimbolt since we saw him last, 
six or eight months ago, just before 
Jeffreys's expulsion from the house in 
Clarges Street. 

Mrs. Rimbolt had some reason to modify her 
self congratulations on that occasion when Percy 
and Raby, who, it will be remembered, had 
been out riding at the time, returned home. 

Percy returned in high spirits ; his new horse 
had turned out a beauty, and the canter in the 
park had acted like a tonic. 

" Hullo, mother 1 " he said, as his parent came 
into the hall to meet him/ "We've had a grand 
lime, Raby and I. We saw the Prince of 
Wales andiw. G. Grace and the Queen and 
everybody, and I gave Raby two hundred yards 
from the corner and ran her down before we 
were off Knightsbridge, and nearly got hauled 
up for furious riding. I say, I mean to make 
father get a horse for old Jeff, and we'll go out 
early in the mornings, when the Row's empty, 
and try handicaps, eh, Raby ? Where's Jeff, I 
say ? " and he ran whistling up stairs. 

His mother, with some premonitory misgiv- 
ings, followed him. 

" Where are you, Jeff ? " she heard him shout. 
*' I say, mother," he added, as Mrs. Rimbolt 
approached. " where's Jeff ? Is he out ? '' 

"He is," said Mrs. Rimbolt, solemnly. "I 
want to speak to you, Percy." 

" All right. Rut I say, when will he be in ? 
He said he couldn't leave his work this after- 
noon. I want him to see Bendigo before he 
goes round to the stables." 

" You had better tell the groom he need not 
wait, and then please come to my room, Percy," 
said Mrs. Rimbolt. 

Percy shouted down to Walker to send away 
I he horse, and followed his mother into her 
boudoir. 

" Percy, my dear boy," began the lady, " I 
■am sorry to say I have just had to perform a 
very unpleasant duty. You can hardly under- 
stand " 

"What about — anything about Jeff ?" inter- 
rupted the boy, jumping at the truth. 

" It is. It has been necessary, for everybody's 
sake, that he should leave here." 

" What !" thundered Percy, turning pale and 
clutching at the back of his chair ; "you've sent 
Jeff away — kicked him out ? " 

" Come, Percy, don't be unreasonable. I -" 

"When did he go — how long ago?" ex- 
claimed the boy half frantic. 

" Percy, you really " 

" How long ago ? " 

" It is more than an hour since " 

Percy waited to hear no more ; he dashed 
down the stairs and shouted to Walker. 

" Did you see Jeffreys go ? Which way did 
he go ? " 

" 1 didn't see " 

" Come and help look for him, he's sure to be 
about. Tell Appleby, do you hear ? Raby, I 
say," he exclaimed, as his cousin appeared in 
the hall, " Jeff's been kicked out an hour ago ! 
I'm going to find him ! " and the poor lad, with 



a heart almost bursting, flung open the door 
and rushed out into the street. 

Alas ! it was a fool's errand, and he knew it. 
Still he could not endure to do nothing. He 
accosted the policeman at the corner of Clarges 
Street. 

" I say, have you seen a fellow go by — about 
an hour ago. pretty big, in a gray suit, from 
No. 50 ? " 

" No 50 ? That's Rimbolt's, M.p., ain't it ?" 

" Yes, my father's. This fellow was the 
librarian there." 

" Oh 1 " said the policeman, waking up ; 
" has he took much ?" 

" No, you cad ! But he's been sent away by 
mistake, and I want to find him. I say, have 
you seen him ? " 

" I can't say I have. I've only been on the 
beat half an hour." 

Off dashed Percy, anxiously scanning the 
passers by, running on all sorts of false scents, 
losing hope every minute. 

After two weary hours he gave it up, and re- 
turned home dispirited and furious. 

Walker and Appleby had taken much less 
time to appreciate the uselessness of the search, 
and had returned an hour ago from a perfunct- 
ory walk round one or two neighboring streets. 

Our young Achilles, terrible in his wrath, 
would see no one, not even his mother, not even 
Raby, Once or twice that evening they, heard 
the front door slam, and knew he once more 
was on the lookout. 

Mrs. Rimbolt, alarmed at the storm which 
she had raised, already repented of her haste, 
and telegraphed to Mr. Rimbolt to come to 
London. 

Raby, bewildered and miserable, shut herself 
up in her room and was seen by no one. 

It was a wretched night for everybody, and 
when next morning Mrs. Rimbolt, sitting down 
to breakfast, was met with the news that neither 
Master Percy nor Miss Raby wanted breakfast, 
she began to feel that the affair was being over- 
done. 

" Tell Miss Raby I wish her to come down." 

In due time Raby appeared, pale but com- 
posed. 

"Raby, what is this nonsense about ? It is 
foolish and unbecoming of you." 

" What is foolish, aunt ? 1 have a headache ; 
it is really not my fault." 

" Surely that is not sufficient reason for leav- 
ing me here by myself, when you know that I 
am in trouble about Percy." 

" Poor Percy," said Raby, with a tremble in 
her voice, " he is dreadfully unhappy." 

" I think, Raby, if, instead of taking his part 
in all this, you had some consideration for those 
who have acted for the best, and for your sake 
as well as for others, it would be more seemly." 

" Auntie, I have no idea of not being grateful 
to you, or taking anybody's part against you. 
But I am sorry for Percy's unhappiness. " 

" I fear, Raby, your sympathy is not all given 
to Percy. But if any of it is given to Mr. Jef- 
freys, you had better know at once that the 
reason why he has been dismissed is that he is 
a criminal, who came here under false pretenses, 
with the most dreadful of all stains on his 
character." 

Raby looked up at her aunt with something 
like the ghost of a smile on her lips. 

" I don't believe that, auntie," said she. " I 
could never believe it." 

"Then," said her aunt, stiffening up wrath- 
fully, " we need not discuss the matter." 

Percy came down presently, haggard and 
volcanic. 

He plunged at once into the subject. 

" Mother, I want to know why Jeff was sent 
away." 

Mrs. Rimbolt replied pretty much in the 
words in which she had explained the matter to 
Raby. 

Percy undutifully laughed the words to 
scorn. 

" Who told you that ? " he asked. 

" I should hardly have sent him away unless 
I had been satisfied there was no doubt at all in 
the matter." 

" But who told you ? and what was it he 
did ?" 

" My dear hoy, you forget you are talking to 
your mother. You speak as if I were trying to 
deceive or wrong you. What has been done 
has been done for your sake ; and you must be 
content to believe that there has been a good 
reason." 

" I don't believe Jeff's a cad, that's all I can 
say. It's either a mistake or some one has been 
telling lies about him." 

" Now, Percy dear, try to be reasonable. 
Forget all about it. Are you not going for a 
ride this morning ? The fresh air will be good 
for you." 

" 1 don't mean to get on Bendigo's back again 
till Jeff conies back," said he, miserably. 
" Father may sell the beast ; I hate him." 

It was evidently 110 good arguing further ; 
and the household settled down to a three 
cornered sulking match till Mr. Rimbolt ar- 
rived. 

He, though he concealed his feelings better, 
was perhaps the most mortified of all at the 
misadventure which during his absence had 
turned Jeffreys adrift beyond recall. He had 
known his secretary's secret, and had held it 
sacred even from his wife. And watching 
Jeffreys's struggle to live down his bad name, he 
had grown to respect and even admire him, and 
to feel a personal interest in the ultimate success 
of his effort. 

Now, a miserable accident, which, had he 
been at home, he could have been prevented by a 



word, had wrecked the work and the hopes of 
years, and put beyond Mr. Rimbolt's power all 
further chance of helping it on. 

It was easy to guess what a reaction would 
take place in Jeffreys himself. Mr. Rimbolt 
knew his man well enough to be sure that the 
last thing he would do would be to venture 
again within reach of the family from which he 
had been so ignoniiniously expelled. To please 
Percy, whose mingled wrath and grief it was 
pitiful to witness, he inserted a weekly advertise- 
ment in the papers, which nothing would have 
surprised hint more than to find answered. 

Whether Mrs. Rimbolt succeeded in conceal- 
ing from her husband the source of her infor- 
mation, or whether he guessed it without asking, 
it matters little. The mischief was done, and 
with not the slightest prospect of any one being 
able to undo it. 

About a week after Mr. Rimbolt's return, 
when all but Percy were beginning to settle 
down again into a semblance of their old order 
of things, Raby knocked at her uncle's door and 
inquired if he was busy. She looked happier 
than he had seen her since his return. The 
reason was easy to guess. The post had brought 
her a letter from her father. 

" I thought you would like to see it," said 
she. " He has got leave at last, and expects to 
be home at the end of September. Will you 
read the letter ? " added she, coloring ; " there's 
something else in it I should like you to see." 

The letter was chiefly about the prospects of 
coming home. Towards the close Lieutenant 
Colonel Atherton (for he had got promotion) 
wrote : 

You ask me to tell you about poor Forrester and 
his family. He had no wife alive, and when he 
died did not know what had become of his only son. 
The boy was at school in England— Rolsover 
School— and met with an accident, caused, it is 
said, by the spite of a schoolfellow, which nearly 
killed him, and wholly crippled him. He was 
'aken home to his grandmother's, but after she 
died he disappeared, and poor Forrester had been 
unable to hear anything about him. I promised 
Forrester that when I got home I would do what I 
could to find the boy and take care of him. You 
will help, won't you '? 

Raby watched her uncle as he read the pas- 
sage, and then said : 

" I asked father to tell me something about 
the Forresters, uncle, because some one — it was 
Mr. Scarfe — had told me that he believed Cap- 
tain Forrester was the father of an old school- 
fellow of his at Bolsover, who had a bad ac- 
cident." 

" Is that all he told you ? " asked her uncle. 

11 No," said Raby, flushing ; " he told nie 
that Mr. Jeffreys had been the cause of the ac- 
cident." 

"That was so," said Mr. Rimbolt. "Sit 
down, child, and I'll tell you all about it." 

And her uncle told her what he had heard 
from Mr. Frampton, and what Jeffreys had suf- 
fered in consequence ; how he had struggled to 
atone for the past, and what hopes had been his 
as to the future. 

Raby's face glowed more and more as she 
listened. It was a different soldier's tale from 
what she was used to ; but still it moved her pity 
and sympathy strangely. 

" It's a sad story, as your father says," con- 
cluded Mr. Rimbolt; " but the sadness does not 
all belong to young Forrester." 

Raby's eyes sparkled. 

"No, indeed." said she; "it is like ship- 
wreck within sight of the harbor." 

" We can only hope there may be some hand 
to save him even from these depths." said Mr. 
Rimbolt ; " for, from what I know of Jeffreys, 
he will find it hard now to keep his head above 
water. Of course, Raby, I have only told you 
this because you have heard the story from an- 
other point of view, which does poor Jeffreys in- 
justice." 

" I am so grateful to you," said the girl. 

Mr. Rimbolt let her go without saying more. 
F.ven the man of books had eyes that could see ; 
and Raby's face during this interview had told a 
tale of something more than casual sympathy. 



CHAPTER XXXVII. 

JKKFKEYS'S CHAMPION. 

... 1.*/ HE season dragged on, and nothing oc- 
•pj currsd to mend matters at Clarges Street. 
l jt Percy moped and could settle down to 

nothing. He spurned his books, he neg- 
lected his horse, and gave up the river entirely. 
It was vain to reason or expostulate with him, 
and after a couple of months his parents marked 
with anxiety that the boy was really ill. 

Yet nothing would induce him to quit Lon- 
don. Even his father's offer to take him abroad 
for a few weeks did not tempt him. 

" I don't want to go, thanks," said he. " I'd 
hate to go." 

"But," said his father, "you'd be better for 
it ; and I should enjoy the run too." 

" Don't you and mother stay. I'll be all right 
here. Raby and I can keep house, you know." 

" But Raby would come too. In fact, I think 
we should go to Venice and meet her father 
there." 

"All right; I shall be all right here, really, 
father. Please, I don't want to go." 

"Percy, my boy," said his father, kindly, 
" what is wrong with you ? " 

" Oh, you know what's wrong," said the boy, 
miserably. " You don't know how I cared for 
Jeff, or how good he was to me. I don't care 
for anything now he's gone." 

" But is it right for you to make yourself ill, 
and give your mother and me such anxiety about 
you, because of what cannot now be helped ?" 



" Oh, 1 don't want to worry you or mother ; 
but — we may find him after all. Suppose he 
came back and found us all gone ? I'll be all 
right here, really I will. You may trust me, 
father ; only I don't want to go away." 

There was no moving him. He yielded him- 
self in other things more than usual to his par- 
ents' wishes. He dragged himself out for occa- 
sional exercise and made pretense of enjoying 
it to please them. But when it came to quitting 
London, he was as stubborn as a rock. They 
had to go without him at last. 

Raby herself made the final appeal the day 
before they started. 

" Percy, dear, won't you come for my sake ?" 
said she. 

" If I came for anybody I would for you," re- 
plied he, " but I can't." 

" But I had so looked forward to your seeing 
father." 

" I'll see him as soon as he gets to town." 

" It will spoil my pleasure so much," said she. 
" I shall be miserable thinking of you." 

" You're an awful brick, Raby ; but don't 
bother about me. You'd all be ever so much 
more miserable if I came, and so should I." 

"But what good can it do?" pleaded his 
cousin. 

" I don't know — he might turn up. I might 
find him after all. If it hadn't been for your 
father coming, Raby — I'd have begged you to 
stay too. He'd be more likely to come if he 
knew you were here." 

Raby flushed. Between Percy and his cousin 
there was no hypocrisy. 

"Oh, Percy," she said, "do you want to 
make me fifty times more miserable?" And 
she gave up further attempt to move him. 

The travelers were away a month, during 
which time Percy kept his lonely vigil at Clarges 
Street. 

As the reader knows, it was useless. Jeffreys 
was never near the place, and the lad, watching 
day after day, began slowly to lose hope. 

But that month's experience was not wholly 
wasted. Memories of bygone talks with his 
friend, of good advice given, and quiet example 
unheeded at the time, crowded in on Percy's 
memory now ; adding to his sense of loss, cer- 
tainly, but reminding him that there was some- 
thing else to be done than mope and fret. 

What would Jeffreys have had him do ? he 
often asked himself ; and the answer was plain 
and direct — work. That had always been Jef- 
freys's cure for everything. 

He got out his old books and his tools, and 
doggedly took up the work where he had left it. 
It was uphill, cheerless labor, but he was better 
for it, and the memory of his lost friend became 
none the less dear for the relief it brought him. 

Only one incident marked his solitary month 
at Clarges Street — that was a visit from Scarfe 
about a fortnight after the travelers had gone. 
Percy had a very shrewd guess, although he had 
never heard it in so many words, who it was 
that was responsible for Jeffreys's disgrace and 
dismissal ; and, that being so, it is not to be 
wondered at that his welcome of the visitor was 
not very cordial. 

" Look here," said he, as Scarfe entered, and 
making no movement to return his greeting, 
" is it true you were the fellow who told mother 
about Jeff and had him sent away from here ?" 

" My dear Percy " 

" I'm not your dear Percy ! Did you tell 
mother that story about Jeffreys ? " 

" Why, Percy, you don't mean to say " 

"Shut up ! You can say yes or no, can't you ?" 

" I did my duty, and it's a mercy you're all rid 
of him ! " said Scarfe, losing temper at being 
thus browbeaten by a boy of Percy's age. 

" Very well, you can go ! You're a cad, and 
you're not wanted here ! " said Percy. 

"You young prig I " began the visitor, but 
Percy stopped him. 

" Look here." said he. " if you want to fight, 
say so, and come on ! If you don't, go ! You're 
a cad ! " 

Scarfe was staggered by this outburst ; he 
never suspected the boy had it in him. He tried 
to turn the matter off with a laugh. 

" Come, don't be a muff, Percy ! You and I 
are old friends " 

" We're not ; we're enemies ! " 

" You mean to say," said Scarfe, with a snarl, 
" you're going to throw me up for the sake of 

" Don't say a word about Jeff ! " said Percy, 
white hot, and springing to his feet ; "if you 
do I'll have you pitched neck and crop into the 
street ! Hook it ! Nc one asked you here, and 
you're not wanted ! " 

It was evidently useiess to stay. Scarfe had 
no intention of coming to blows. He had called, 
supposing the family was at home, in the hope 
of seeing Raby. Hearing only Percy was in 
town, he had asked to see him, and counted, 
now that Jeffreys was out of the way. on mak- 
ing an ally of the boy. This was the result. 

"I came to see your mother," said he. "I 
can't congratulate you, Percy, on your hospital- 
ity, but I hope you'll be better next time I 
come." 

Percy went out after him, and called down 
the staircase to Walker, " Walker, give Mr. 
Scarfe some grub before he goes." 

The taunt about hospitality had stung him, 
and this was how he relieved his conscience on 
that point. 

The evening before the travelers were ex- 
pected home Walker announced that a gentle- 
man had called inquiring for Mr. Rimbolt, but 
hearing he was from home desired to speak with 
his son. 

( To be continued.) 



324 



THE GOLDEN ARGOSY. 



NUMBER 981. 



A Familiar Ghat About Dogs. 

BY FRANK H. CONVERSE. 

I^HAVE met a few — a very few — men in my 
day who perhaps on general principles af- 
fected to dislike dogs. But I have yet to 
know a genuine boy who in some way or 
other is not a dog lover. Presuming that the 
Argosy numbers among its readers a vast ma- 
jority of genuine boys, it is principally to them 
I wish to speak concerning the canines whose 
portraits are here reproduced by the artist. 

It goes without saying that almost any breed 
of dog that is affectionate, good 
natured and of ordinary intelli- 
gence, is a desirable appendage to 
the household containing the 
average boy. But there are a 
few of the choicer breeds that are 
still more desirable, and among 
them are those of which I purpose 
briefly to speak. 

Number one in the left hand 
corner, is a " Dandie Dinmont" — 
a dog not as common in America 
as with our English cousins. The 
breed is said to be a cross be- 
tween the Scotch terrier and the 
otter hound. This rather rare 
breed is what the sporting frater- 
nity mention as a " fancy dog" — 
bringing a decidedly fancy price, 
I may add. One variety is reddish 
brown in color, -while the other, 
considered, as I am told, as rather 
the more desirable, is bluish gray, 
with tan leg markings, and soft, 
silky forehead hair. These two 
varieties are severally known as 
the "mustard" and the "pep- 
per." Whether by reason of 
their smartness or because variety 
is called the spice of life, I have 
not been able to discover. 

The Dandie Dinmont, as might 
be expected from his terrier blood, 
is an enthusiastic rat catcher. In 
England he is noted for a re- 
markable tenacity when on the 
trail of the fox or rabbit. Speak- 
ing for myself, I have not as much 
sympathy for the chicken devour- 
ing fox, as for the vegetable gnaw- 
ing rabbit. And to my unedu- 
cated manner of thinking, either 
form of so called "sport" has a 
certain element of cruelty in it, 
more particularly the latter. Any 
one of average sensibility who has 
ever heard the pitiful cry of a 
hare wounded or worried by dogs, 
will — or ought to — bear me out in 
this. 

The Dandie Dinmont's height is 
slightly disproportioned to his 
length. Happily not so much so 
as that of a distant relative — the 
Dachshund, of which I had meant 
to speak briefly. For the latter is 
the longest dranfti out specimen of 
caninity extant. His portrait 
would have appeared in the 
group, only that being of a retir- 
ing nature the victim selected by 
the artist for portraiture retreated 
into a section of four inch water 
pipe before he could be sketched. 

Numbers 2 and 3 are both 
Scotch terriers of a different 
type. No. 2, with a stiff 
upright tail, suggestive of lifting 
its owner as by a handle, is what 
is known as the "hard haired" 
variety. Perhaps he is a type of 
the "original and only" Scotch 
terriers which in the earlier days 
were deadly foes to the fox, otter, 
badger and wild cat, so hated and 
dreaded by the game keepers of 
both Scottish and English pre- 
serves. But No. 3 is the Scotch 
terrier most familiar to the general 
public. He is a resultant from a 
cross of No. 1 with the longer 
haired and longer bodied Skye 
terrier — at least so it is claimed. 
And if I were a boy again, I 
would prefer one of this latter 
breed to any dog alive. He is 
affectionate, intelligent beyond the 
average, tough, and not easily 
whistled away from his master, 
which latter trait of itself is most desirable. 
And though not a fighting dog, the Scotch ter- 
rier is anything but a coward. But I hope the 
average boy for whom 1 am writing doesn't want 
a fighting dog. I honestly think that such a 
possession engenders a corresponding degree of 
brutality in its owner. And the four legged 
brute is not supposed to know the rights and 
wrongs of such things, while the two legged one 
does. 

Number 4 — the greyhound — is more essen- 
tially a dog of aristocratic breeding and sur- 
roundings. There is a sort of "snaky" sem- 
blance in his make up which I could never 
quite fancy. And speaking of him as he is 
most generally seen — a sort of drawing room 
pet — the greyhound when in the open air does 
not seem to appear to advantage. The smaller 
breeds — among which a golden fawn color is 
most highly prized, shiver under their embroid- 
ered blankets, and seem averse to touching 
their feet to the plebeian soil. The larger 



specimens, of which the illustration is given, 
have a sort of slouchy and furtive appearance in 
public. And yet they are affectionate in their 
nature, by no means devoid of intelligence, and 
are descended from a race of dogs which date 
back to the second century, and in the earlier 
stages of civilization were used in hunting the 
wild boarand even the wolf. 

Number 5, the bloodhound, is a dog of little 
practical present day utility — excepting in con- 
nection with the somewhat recurrent drama of 
" Uncle Tom's Cabin," and not infrequently he 
is represented even in this connection by a 
smooth coated English mastiff, whose inferior 



takes the place of the " collie," of whose won- 
derful intelligence in this particular field so 
many stories are told. While strongly at- 
tached to his master, the collie is particularly 
sly and reserved toward strangers. In this re- 
spect as a watch dog he is apt to be a trifle over 
zealous. Of later years they have been crossed 
with the Gordon setter, and those more common 
in America are the resultant breed. 

Number 7 is the toy terrier. To speak 
plainly, the T. T. is a pet of somewhat abnor- 
mal development. Its origin may be traced to 
the desire for something new in the way of a 
house pet. The ordinary black and tan terrier 




A GROUP OF CANINE PORTRAITS. 



breed is atoned for by his extraordinary size. 
Any person who has looked in what I may 
safely call the frowning face of a genuine 
bloodhound valued at a thousand or fifteen 
hundred dollars, and felt the peculiar cold chill 
consequent upon having him smell suspiciously 
at the calves of one's legs, is very apt to recog- 
nize the distinction. That the real bloodhound 
has been — and is occasionally at the present 
day — used in the pursuit of colored criminals in 
Cuba, as also of colored and white convicts in 
Georgia, is too well known to need further 
comment. 

Number 6 is what I may call a "domesti- 
cated" sheep dog or " collie," because originally 
he was of a very different nature from the pre- 
sent day type. Indeed, Buffon, the great 
naturalist, with considerable show of reason, 
traces from him the origin of every variety of 
the canine race. But in frequent crossings of 
breed, he has to some extent lost his identity. 
Yet as a sheep dog, pure and simple, nothing 



—smooth haired, sharp voiced, nervous and 
keen eyed, weighing from eight to fourteen 
pounds, became a trifle burdensome as a pet. 
So the London dog fanciers began a series of 
experiments resulting in the production of a 
dwarfed specimen of the black and ton. Some 
of these are a cross of the ordinary breed with 
the smaller Italian greyhound. Others are said 
to be artificially dwarfed by a certain diet in 
which gin and sugar is not unknown. But as a 
rule, the toy terrier is hardly desirable, except- 
ing as a curiosity. 

Number 8 — the Yorkshire terrier, is essen- 
tially a lady's dog, though in general he is apt 
to be confounded with the hardier and more 
commonplace Scotch terrier. But one of the 
true tests between the two is the difference of 
length and texture of the hair. That of the 
Yorkshire terrier is longer and silkier, and not 
infrequently has the shade of silvery blue pecu- 
liar to the Skye. Like its Scotch cousin, the 
Yorkshire is intelligent and affectionate, though 



better adapted for house than out of door life. 
Number 9 — the pointer. As far as is known, 
this valuable breed of dog has come to us from 
a crossing of a Spanish with the English fox- 
hound of nearly a century ago. His specialty — 
if I may so express it — -is in scenting and fixing 
the near location of Winged game by assuming 
an attitude which literally points in the direc- 
tion from which the single bird or covey 
may be " flushed." To this end a certain 
amount of training under a practical sportsman, 
accompanied by a dog of the same species, is of 
course a prerequisite. The peculiar instinct to 
this end is noticeable in pointer pups of pure 
blood, which have been seen to 
" point" at chickens, pigeons, and 
even sparrows at three or four 
months of age, according to Vero 
Shaw, who is universally regarded 
as one of the best authorities on 
the subject. 

Numbers 10 and 13 give cuts re- 
spectively of the ordinary and the 
black Newfoundland dog. As is 
well known, the specialty of this 
most admirable breed of dog is his 
love for — and prowess in — the 
water. Yet his size, his docility 
and intelligence, together with his 
power of attachment, not only to 
the thievish tramp, but in a veiy 
different sense to the household of 
which he is a part, makes the 
Newfoundland a most valuable 
acquisition simply as a watch dog. 
It is claimed that the pure blooded 
Newfoundland should be jet black, 
while those varying in color are 
apt to be the result of a cross be- 
tween the pure blood and the St. 
Bernard. Yet the latter so cailed 
_" cross" can have nothing ob- 
jectionable in its composition — nor 
indeed is it so regarded among 
dog fanciers. 

Number 11, the wolf hound, is 
another dog not familiar to Amer- 
ican eyes, excepting as occasionally 
seen in the dog shows, or kept by 
the owners of large and expensive 
kennels. They are in general a 
large, heavily built dog, standing 
not seldom thirty inches high, 
having a wiry brindle brown coat 
and massive head. But the breed 
is not kept up to any extent at the 
present day so far as is generally 
known on either side of the 
water. 

Number la — the Irish setter — is 
a universal favorite, not only with 
sportsmen, but in most households 
where the presence of a dog is en- 
couraged. As bred in America, a 
deep red without any interming- 
ling of white seems to be the fa- 
vored coloring. For powers of 
endurance and swiftness in the 
field, the Irish setter seems to bear 
off the palm, in addition to the 
fact that their natural instinct 
makes them more amenable to 
field training than other breeds of 
setters. Some sportsmen prefer a 
cross of the Irish setter with the 
Gordon setter ; but this is to some 
extent a matter of fancy. 

And lastly, we have in No. 14 a 
facial illustration of the deerhound, 
whose descent is traced from the 
Irish wolf hound quite readily by 
experts in such matters. In the 
olden time, as may be surmised by 
the name, the deerhound was bred 
and used especially for coursing 
the red deer. To run down and 
pull down a full grown stag, re- 
quired a dog of unusual swiftness 
and strength, and this was the 
characteristic of the deerhound of 
those days. In color, then as now, 
they varied from almost black 
down through the different darker 
shades to a cream and almost pure 
white. No doubt many of my 
readers have heard of the famous 
deerhounds which were the favor- 
ites of Sir Walter Scott, and some 
of whose direct descendants are 
now owned in this country. 

In later years the deerhound 
has been somewhat extensively 
bred, and, crossing with other 
varieties, has produced a dog of powerful build, 
symmetrical shape, considerable beauty, ac- 
knowledged gentleness and indomitable cour- 
age. And thus endeth my brief dog discourse. 



THE NEWEST THING OUT. 
" Anything fresh or new this morning?" asked 
a reporter, while waiting at a railway station. 
"Yes," said a porter, standing near; "yes, sir, 
quite." " Here s a shilling for you then, my 
man," rejoined the reporter, eagerly, "what is 
it?" "That paint you're a leaning against, 
guv'nor." 

WORTH TRYING. 

A i.auy was once lamenting the ill luck which 
attended her affairs, when a friend, wishing to con- 
sole her, bade her "look upon the. bright side." 
" Oh," she cried, "there seems to be no bright 
side!" " Then polish up the dark side, 1 ' was the 
reply. 



APRIL ill, 1888. 



THE GOLDEN ARGOSY. 



325 



TRUE RICHES.. 

I am rich, if 1 possess 
Such a fund of happiness, 
And can find where er I stray 
Humble blessings on the way, 
And deserve them ere they're given 
By my gratitude to heaven. 



[ This story commenced in No. 275.] 

Three Thirty Three ; 

OR, 

ALLAN TRENT'S TRIALS. 

By MATTHEW WHITE, JR., 
Author of " Brie Dane" " The Heir to White- 
cap" " The Denford Boys" etc. 



CHAPTER XX. 

TENBROOK FALLS. 

" TTt RE you sure there's nobody about the 
fe4 station, Al?" said Arthur, turning 

X©!. up his cape over his ears to keep the 
snow from sifting down his neck. 
" Perhaps the agent lives here, and has gone to 
bed." 

" 1 don't see room for much besides a ticket 
office," returned Allan. " Besides, if we did 
find him, what good would it do us ?" 

"Why, we could get him to keep us over 
night, of course. As far as I can see, as soon 
as we stir a step off this platform we plunge 
right into chaos. I 
don't catch a glimmer 
of light any w here 
around, do you ?" 

" No ; but there 
must be a town some- 
where near, or there 
wouldn't be a sta- 
tion." 

' ' Even if we find 
the town, though, the 
brakeman said there 
wasn't any hotel there 
open. And how we 
are to track our Bea- 
ver without a hotel 
register as a starting 
point, floors m e , 
Grounds me, I sup- 
pose I should say, as • 
I don't see much pros- 
p e c t of our having 
anything else under • 
our feet for some time 
to come. I'm as hun- 
gry as a menagerie 
elephant, so I move 
we hold a council of 
' what next ? ' " 

4 ' We certainly 
can't stay where we 
are," rejoined Allan, 
picking up the 
satchel and dusting 
the snow from it with 
his gloves. " Let's 
make a strike for the 
road , and follow it 
till we come to a house 
of some kind where 
we can get lodging 
for the night." 

" Come on, then," 
cried Arthur. "Let 
me give you a hand 
on that bag ; that'll 
keep us together at 
any rate. But which 
way shall we start? 
There's that, same 
weird, white winding 
sheet on all sides of 
us. How are we go- 
ing to tell the road 
from a hole in the ground I'd like to know ? " 

" That is a puzzle, isn't it ? Let me see if I 
can't tell by the feel of things ;" and Allan 
sprang down from the platform on to the snow. 

"Well, do you get bottom ?" asked Arthur, 
turning his back to the wind, and speaking out 
of the corner of his mouth. 

"Of snow, yes," was the reply. "There 
must have been a lot on the ground when this 
storm began, so it all feels alike. Here, give 
me a hand, Art. We'll have to try another 
plan." 

"Come down to the lee side of the station 
till we decide on it, then. I feel as if I had 
been put up as a target for the enemy to prac- 
tice on small shot with. Br — rh, and I'm cold, 
aren't you, old fellow ?" 

" I've been warmer; but as soon as we get 
started on a course we can exercise the blood 
back into action again. But look yonder, Art. 
Don't you sort of see an opening between those 
trees ? That must mean that there's a road 
there, don't you think so ?" 

" Shouldn't be surprised. Seems kind of 
queer, though, to have to find a road by look- 
ing up instead of down. I move we make a 
try for it, anyway." 

Taking the satchel between them, the two 
plunged boldly forth into the very teeth of the 
storm. The snowflakes danced and capered 
about them like so many million elves, bent on 
mischief, clogging their eyes, fringing their 
mouths with old men's beards, and piling them- 
selves up in a solid mass on coats and hats. 

Allan's suggestion that they warm themselves 



up by running was found to be quite impracti- 
cable, owing to the depth of the snow ; and 
very soon another, and still more serious im- 
pediment, put a check on anything like rapid 
progress. 

They were moving along as fast as they could 
when Arthur suddenly plunged forward and 
went head first into the snow, almost dragging 
Allan after him by means of the satchel of 
which they both had hold. 

" I tripped — over a — stump," he sputtered, 
half laughing, as his chum bent down to help 
him up. " We must be out of the road." 

" I'm afraid we are," returned Allan, as, in 
stepping back, 'he struck his heel against some- 
thing solid. " Now, then, shall we try it again ?" 

" No, thank you, not on this tack," returned 
Arthur, making a stool out of the slump that 
had overthrown him, and pulling his chum 
down to a seat beside him. " There's no good 
in going it blind in this way. Let's sit quietly 
and think what fellows in a story would do in 
our fix." 

"But you mustn't keep still in a storm like 
this, Art. Don't you know it's the worst thing 
you can do ? First thing you drop off to sleep, 
and that's the end of you." 

" Yes, I know that's what it always says in 
books. But I'm afraid I've not got the stuff 
heroes are made of in me. I feel a great deal 
more like eating a commonplace beefsteak than 
dozing off into dreams about emerald fields and 
purling brooks the way the chaps do in print. 
Say, Al, wasn't that coffee good we had at Al- 
bany ? " 

" Yes, and we'll each have a cup if we strug- 
gle on a little further. Let's go back on our 



" Let me take a turn at the bag now," said 
Arthur. So the exchange was made. 

" Be careful, Art," cautioned Allan. " Don't 
rush on so fast. There may be something 
ahead worse than stumps." 

The noise of the waterfall was now close at 
hand. 

" We'll soon know where we stand, Al, 
and — " 

Arthur had got so far in his encouraging re- 
port when, without a particle of warning, his 
feet slipped from under him and he disappeared 
from Allan's view. 

The latter stopped short, in dumb amazement, 
and it was well for him he did so. 

"Art, oh Arthur !' he called. "Where are 
you ? " 

There was no answer ; only the splash, splash 
of the water, that now seemed just beneath him, 
and the sifting of the falling snow among the 
barren boughs overhead. 

For an instant Allan's heart almost stood still. 
He had slightly advanced one foot and dis- 
covered that he was on the brink of a precipice. 
Over this his chum had undoubtedly fallen. 

" Allan, ahoy I " 

No sound had ever been more welcome to our 
hero's ears. Dead men — or boys — can't call out, 
nor would a badly injured individual be apt to 
put his cry into just that shape. 

" Hello, Arthur I Where are you ? " 

" Here, at the bottom of this toboggan slide. 
Don't move an inch, Al, or you'll be on top of 
me." 

" But where are you, and did you hurt your- 
self, and can't I help you ?" called down Allan, 
talking down into space, for he could see noth- 



wild course braked up a little, I guess there 
wouldn't have been any Arthur talking back to 
you now." 

" How far down are you ? Have you any 
idea ? " 

" Anywhere from ten to twenty feet. No, my 
dear fellow, your suspenders couldn't possibly 
reach me. I don't see but I'll have to stay here 
till the ice melts. No, I won't though. I've got 
an idea." 




A 1'IERCING SCREAM WAS HEARD, AS A GIRL IN A GRAY GOWN POINTED TO THE WINDOW. 



tracks till we come to where we got out of the 
road." 

"Yes, let's go back to Brooklyn and start 
over again. That would be about as easy. If 
we didn't know when we left the road, how are 
we going to tell when we get back to it again ?" 

"Hark!" exclaimed Allan, pressing his 
chum's arm close against his own. " Didn't 
you hear something then ?" 

Both boys listened an instant. 

" It sounds like falling water." said Arthur. 

" Exactly. It must be Tenbiook Falls them- 
selves ; so we're all right. All we've got to do 
is to follow the course of the brook, or what- 
ever it is, till we come to a mill or some other 
such building. Come on, old fellow ; we'll be 
out of the woods pretty soon now." 

" Out of the woods ! I'd rather be in a per- 
fect forest than in a grove of these treacherous 
stumps," grumbled Arthur, as he rose to his 
feet. " I don't care to have my face washed in 
a snowbank more than half a dozen times in 
the same evening." 

Slowly and carefully the boys took up the 
march again, following the sound of the falling 
water. Allan insisted on carrying the satchel 
himself, laughingly declaring that he didn't 
mean to share in Arthur's next tumble. 

Three or four times each struck his toe against 
a stump, but as they were now prepared for 
these obstacles, no disasters resulted therefrom, 
and presently they came to a region where 
whole trees were so thick that it seemed impos- 
sible that there could be any stubs of others be- 
tween them, 



ing but the snow clad slides of the ravine, with 
a dark streak running between them that he 
knew must be the brook. 

" Well, I guess I'm at the half way stopping 
place, wherever that is," was the answer from 
below. 

" But how did you get there without killing 
vourself ? " 

"Slid." 

' ' What on ? " 

" The satchel most of the way. I expect that 
tooth wash of yours has made pink bars across 
our shirts by this time." 

" And aren't you hurt at all ? " 

" My left shoulder's a little tender where it 
grazed a bit of rock that tried to detain me on 
the way down. That's all there is the matter 
with me except that I can't get up." 

" Can't get up I What do you mean ?" 

"Can't get back there so as to take another 
slide if I wanted to. I've been trying my best 
to crawl up ever since I began talking to you 
and it's no go." 

" What's the matter ? Have you hurt your- 
self and don't want to tell me ? I'll come " 

"Great Hercules, don't attempt it, Al ! I 
don't want you to drop on me. Besides, that 
will only make two to be got out of the trap in- 
stead of one. Nothing's the matter with me. 
It', all the fault of the slide. It's just like glass. 
For every half step I take forward I take two 
whole ones back." 

" But can't you go further down ? " 

" No, there's a rock right across the path. If 
I hadn't grazed on that other one and had my 



CHAPTER XXI. 

MYSTERIOUS MUSIC. 

AFTER Arthur's announcement that he 
had an idea, there was a strange silence 
down the ravine. 

Allan waited impatiently at the top 
for an answer to his repeated queries of " What 
is it ? What are you doing ? " and the like. 

Finally a sharp exclamation of annoyance 
came floating up through the snow. 

" Pshaw I I've broken it short off, and now 
I am done for I " 

"What have you broken, Art, and what in 
the name of wonder are you trying to do ? " 

"I'm trying to cut notches in the slide for 
my hands and feet, and now I've broken my 
knife. Got my fingers about frozen into the 
bargain. I didn't want to let you know what I 
was doing till I found out whether it would work 
or not." 

" Look here, Art, " responded Allan firmly, 
"you've got to be brought up out of that and in 
short order, too. Have you gained anything by 
your notching business ? Your voice sounds as 
if you were a little nearer. Here, stretch out 
your hand as far as 
you can and see if I 
can't reach you with 
mine." 

Allan dropped on 
his knees in the snow 
and carefully felt his 
way to the brink of 
the declivity. Then, 
stretching himself out 
on his chest, he 
worked himself as far 
out as he dared, and 
put out his right arm, 
" fishing," as it were. 
" Here I am, right 
here," he called out, 
sweeping h i s hand 
gently back and forth 
through space in the 
hope that it might 
strike that of his 
chum. 

" Hello, are those 
your digits, Al ? " 
called out Arthur the 
next instant. "Seems 
as if I hadn't touched 
them before in weeks. 
Afraid I can 't do any 
more than just that 
now." 

It was certainly 
tantalizing. The two 
boys were able t o 
touch finger tips and 
that was all. 

" Can't you move 
up just a peg higher, 
Art?" said Allan. 
" I'm hanging so far 
out now that another 
inch would over bal- 
ance me." 

" No, 1 can't. I'm up 

to the top notch now. 

I've been wearing out 

the knees of my 

trousers at a great 

rate the last three 

minutes trying to get 

a tighter grip on your 

paw. 1 1 's no go 

though." 

or something," said 

find one on 

Just 



"If I only had a stick 
Allan. " I wonder if I couldn't 
the ground somewhere under the snow, 
wait a sec, Art." 

" Oh, there's no fear that I'll walk off. Don't 
worry about that." 

Allan backed away from the verge and be- 
gan to thrash about him in search of some 
slender, fallen branch that would answer his 
purpose. 

" I can't find anything but a bush," he called 
out presently. " Hold on a minute, Art, I'll 
try to pull that up and see what we can do 
with it." 

But as the ground was frozen solid, there was 
no such thing as getting it out by the roots, and 
at length, after repeated trials, Allan was fain 
to take off his gloves, whip out his knife and 
start at cutting away as much of it as he could. 

By this means he succeeded in securing a good 
handful, of from two to three feet in length. 
Twisting the strips together as tightly as he could, 
he returned to the edge of the ravine, and lying 
down on the snow again, called out to his 
chum : 

" Here, Art, see if you can lay hold of this." 

"Oh yes, I can lay hold of it fast enough, 
but you don't expect I'm going to trust my neck 
to twigs like that, do you ?" 

" No, but if you get a good grip on it I can 
work along the edge here towards the top of the 
slide and try to pull you up that way. Then, 
don't you see, if it breaks you'll only slip back 
again, not fall." 

" But what about the satchel ?" 



326 



THE GOLDEN ARGOSY. 



NUMBER 281. 



"Oh, bother that! We're thinking about 
your precious self just now. Come, take hold." 

" It's a go then. Lower away." 

After a second or two of fishing blindly about 
in the whirling flakes for the " twigs of safety," 
as Arthur dubbed the bush, he succeeded in 
grasping a handful of them. 

"This would have formed a great act for a 
Hercules exhibition, wouldn't it, Al?" called 
out the irrepressible Arthur, as, with a "heave 
ho," his chum began to draw him up the slippery 
incline. 

The young champion's well trained muscles 
now did yeoman's service, and within five min- 
utes Seymour was at the top of the slide. 

"But -what's that you've got behind you?" 
gasped Allan, bending over him to relieve him 
of some of the snow with which he was plenti- 
fully covered. 

"That! Why, that's the bag. Thought I'd 
see if I couldn't fetch it along somehow, so I 
just hooked my toe through the handle and gave 
you a ]KHind or two more to elevate. You're a 
irunip, old man. And now, what next ? " 

" Why, do you know you've had a terribly 
close call of it, my dear fellow ? " returned 
Allan. " When I leaned over to give you that 
final lift, that slide didn't seem to be more than 
I wo feet wide. What do vou suppose is below 
ii ?" 

'The falls, I should say, by the sound. I 
didn't see the sign of a light though, when I was 
down there roosting on that ledge. This is 
Tenbrook Falls plain enough, but Tenbrook 
falls Town doesn't seem inclined to turn up. 
Maybe there isn't any such place." 

" Nonsense, there must be. The railroad 
company wouldn't sell tickets to a collection of 
stumps and a roaring brook. It doesn't seem 
to be snowing quite as hard as it was, so come 
on. It must be nearly nine o'clock." 

" But where shall we ' come on ' to ?" Arthur 
wanted to know. "We thought we should be 
all right when we got to the water, but I don't 
see as it has helped us much. And I'm sure it 
won't pay to get back among the stumps." 

" I'll tell you how we'll settle it," returned 
Allan, after an instant's reflection. " Let's turn 
our backs on the wind and walk till we come to 
a house. That's the only way I can think of to 
decide it." 

" Come on. I guess I'll let you carry the bag 
this watch. Just sing out when you're tired." 

Their course took them along a route parallel 
with the course of the falls ; but they were care- 
ful to keep well back from the edge of the 
ravine. 

" Wonder how close we are to Beaver all this 
time," remarked Arthur, after a minute or two. 
" I'm sort of cut up about that business since I 
found out there was no hotel open this time of 
vear." 

"Why?" 

" BScause we don't know where to begin to 
hunt for him now. Somebody about the hotel 
would be certain to know something about such 
a conspicuous individual having been in such a 
small town as this. Then if he'd left before we 
got here, we might have found out where he'd 
gone. But 1 don't want you to think I'm losing 
heart Al. We'll get him yet, see if we don't." 

"I hope so, after coming all this way after 
him and your sacrificing all that you do to 
do it." 

" ' Stow that,' Al, as a story book sailor would 
say. Do you suppose I'm not enjoying this 
as " 

At this instant Arthur ran into an unseen 
branch and got a twig wound on the eye that 
rather weakened the force of his assertion. 

Indeed, the injured member gave him such 
pain for a few minutes that he was obliged to 
lean up against a tree for a while till Allan 
made a bandage for it with his handkerchief. 

"It doesn't seem fair," observed the latter, 
" that you should be the one to get all the hard 
knocks of our adventure. There, does that feel 
any better ? " 

' ' Yes, thanks. But listen. I hear something 
that is surely not the waterfall, though it's 
music all the same. " It's the ' Beautiful Blue 
Danube ' waltz on the piano, as sure as guns ! 
Don't you hear it, Al ?" 

" Yes, but where in the mischief can it be ? 
Do you see any light, Art ? " 

" Well, being for the present blind of one eye 
and not yet quite used to looking sharp in a lop 
sided fashion, I think I'll leave you to d® the 
spying out, old man. But hark ! they've stopped 
the waltz and struck off into a lancers. Come 
along, let's tumble after the sound as quick as 
we can." 

Encouraged by this evidence that they were 
not quite without the pale of civilization, the 
boys started on again at a quicker pace than 
they had yet struck. Indeed, so eager were 
they to solve the mystery of the music that they 
went on rather recklessly, the result of which 
was that in a few moments Allan was " brought 
up standing," as the saying is. In other words, 
he had run into some solid obstruction. 

"What's struck you, Al ? " inquired his 
chum. 

" A barn, and a hard one too, from the feel 
of it," was the reply. "But I'm easier in my 
mind now that I've come in for my share of the 
hard knocks." 

" A barn ! Oh, blessed harbinger of steak 
and coffee, let me feel thee ! " exclaimed Arthur, 
the unquenchable, in mock ecstasy, adding the 
next minute: " There goes the piano again. 
Forward all and bow, second figure. We'll for- 
ward both and never stop till we get there." 

Feeling their way carefully along the obstruc- 
tion that seemed to have arisen so suddenly in 



their path, the. boys presently came out on an 
open space and into the midst of quite a glare of 
light that poured from the windows of a good 
sized cottage on their right. 

" That barn has kept us from seeing it all 
this time," grumbled Arthur. " But what's 
going on ? A party ? " 

"It looks like it. Do you think we'd better 
investigate ? " 

"What? Go away and leave all chance of 
being in at the chicken salad, scalloped oysters, 
ice cream, cake and coffee ! i\o, sir-ee. A 
bird in the hand's worth two in the bush, 
especially during a snow storm, and it isn't 
likely we'll catch anybody else awake in this 
town at this hour of the night. Come, you lead 
the way, Al. I'll back you up." 

CHAPTER XXII. 

THE GIRl. THAT SCREAMED. 

. 1,-J ME boys approached the house. All was 

iPi c l u ' et a r0l| rid it, which fact surprised 
J® them not a little. 

Where were the carriages that had 
brought the guests ? The barn appeared to be 
tightly closed, and there were no tracks in the 
snow. 

"It seems sort of like an enchanted palace, 
doesn't it, Al?" observed Arthur. "As if all 
the guests had flown in there on fairy wings. 
There they go in a ladies' chain. But look, Al. 
They seem to be all ladies. See the handker- 
chiefs on the arms of the ones playing gentle- 
men, and they're mighty young ladies, too." 

The shades of the windows were all up, so 
that an unobstructed view of the brilliantly 
lighted interior could be obtained. 

The boys had now reached the piazza, and 
paused there for an instant to observe the " lay 
of the land." 

"Two, four, six, eight, ten, eleven girls. 
Great Scott, Al, dare we face such a battery ? " 

"There's a small boy of about ten over there, 
dancing with that girl in brown," rejoined Al- 
lan, "if that's any comfort to you. Somehow, 
though, I hate to go in, with all that festivity- 
going on. But I don't see the sign of alight 
anywhere else around, do you ? " 

Before Arthur could reply a piercing scream 
sounded from the parlor, and a young lady in a 
gray gown pointed to the very window through 
which our friends had been peering. 

" They must have seen us!" exclaimed Al- 
lan, quickly pulling his chum aside. . "We 
ought to have known better than to peek in 
through the window like a couple of tramps. I 
don't wonder they were scared." 

" But you don't mean to say you're going to 
face the storm again for a little thing like that !" 
exclaimed Arthur. " All we've got to do is to 
show ourselves and explain matters. Come on. 
Where's the door ? " 

Discovering the latter the next instant, Arthur 
rapped on it smartly. 

A perfect chorus of feminine shrieks greeted 
this fresh manifestation of the presence of 
" midnight prowlers." 

" You've done it now, Ait," whispered Allan 
in his ear. " Just hear that. I feel like cutting 
it, don't you ? " 

" No ; I feel a good deal more like some cold 
salad and hot coffee. We've got money in our 
purse to pay for it, and any way, I should think 
such a one sided party would be glad of the 
chance to add a couple of black coats to their 
number. Guess I'll knock again." 

Once more the rat-tat-tat sounded on the 
door, and forthwith another outburst of shrieks 
arose from within. 

" What sort of folks can these Tenbrook 
Falters be, any way ? " muttered Seymour. " To 
be frightened into fits by two callers ! " 

" I hear somebody coming now, Art," said 
Allan. " You've got to be spokesman." 

" Correct. I'm ready for 'em." 

A key was turned in the lock, and then the 
door was opened to the width of two or three 
inches, while the chain that prevented its further 
swinging back was rattled ostentatiously. 

"Who's there ? " piped up the solitary small 
boy, inserting his face in the crack, while a 
young lady behind him was heard to whisper : 
" Stand on your toes, Reggie !" 

Before Arthur could answer, another young 
lady, whose curiosity for the moment got the 
better of her timidity, pressed forward to catch 
a glimpse of the callers. 

"O — oh, shut the door, Reggie, quick!" she 
shrieked. "An awful looking man with his 
head tied up. He must have been in one fight 
already." 

The door was instantly slammed to, while 
Arthur pulled the handkerchief bandage from 
his eye — which he had quite forgotten — and be- 
rated himself for his stupidity. 

" You've done for us now, Art, I guess," said 
his chum ; and Arthur was about to give in that 
he had, when there was another rattling of the 
chain, and the door was once more opened. 

This time a bright eyed miss of sixteen, with 
a dimple in her chin, and some lines about the 
mouth that meant a taste for merriment, filled 
up the aperture. She discovered Arthur in the 
act of folding up the offending handkerchief, 
and evidently saw nothing to terrify in the as- 
pect of the rather dazzled youth who stood 
before her. 

"What did you wish?" she asked, while a 
subdued "A — ah!" of awe at her pluck went 
around the circle of maidens who were looking 
over one another's shoulders in the background. 

Arthur quickly recovered himself, and, taking 
off his hat, with an ingratiating smile, answered 
in his pleasant voice : 



" My friend here and myself have lost our 
way in the storm, and this was the only house 
we could find." 

" Where did you come from ?" 

" New York. We arrived on the train this 
evening, and have been wandering about ever 
since. We didn't know till we got here that 
there was no hotel open this time of year. I've 
been almost into the Falls once, ran the branch 
of a tree into my eye, and my friend's got a 
bump on his brow by colliding with your barn." 

" Come in, won't you, out of the snow," said 
the blight eyed young lady, after retiring for an 
instant to consult with a quiet looking girl in 
fawn color. 

" Thank you ; we're hardly fit, I'm afraid, 
but — come on, Allan." 

As the latter followed his chum into the house, 
he rapidly whispered in his ear: " Remember, 
Art, my name is Ford now." 

As ill luck would have it, the young lady who 
had screamed out at first sight of Arthur, over- 
heard the words, low spoken as they were, and 
her suspicions were awakened afresh. 

" As soon as I get a chance I must tell Mab 
and Floy," she said to herself. " What can 
they be thinking of to let such fellows into the 
house, and we all alone this way ?" 

Meantime Arthur was introducing himself 
and Allan in his easy, taking way, and they 
were invited into the parlor, while Mabel Eric- 
sson — the quiet girl in fawn color — undertook 
to help them out of their dilemma. 

" Nobody ever comes up here in winter, you 
know," she began, when her bright eyed 
cousin Floy had laid the case before her. 

Arthur's stare of incredulity, as his eyes wan- 
dered around the circle of bright faces, caused 
her to amend her declaration by a quick addi- 
tion of " Oh, this is a special occasion. Papa 
and mamma had me invite all my cousins up 
here, so I shouldn't be lonely while they are 
away." 

" Ssh !" This from the young lady who had 
overheard Allan's whisper, and who was now 
vainly trying to gain Mabel's attention without . 
attracting too much to herself. 

Everybody looked around, whereupon the 
suspicious guest, overcome with confusion, 
beckoned one of her companions after her, and 
fled from the room. 

The rest exchanged glances of astonishment, 
while Allan and his chum began to feel rather 
uncomfortable. 

But Miss Floy came to the general rescue 
with one of ner cheery speeches, 

"This is a birthday party, and we were so 
absorbed in having a good time that we were 
quite startled when we saw a face looking in at 
the window. You know this house is quite a 
distance from the nearest neighbor's, and all 
the men about the place have gone off to a 
dance of their own. And somebody screamed. I 
didn't." 

At this they all laughed, and three or four of 
the young ladies announced that they hadn't 
screamed either, while Reggie, the small boy, 
who had attached himself closely to •Allan, 
volunteered the information that it was Bessie. 

"She's scared yet," he added, from which 
the boys concluded that " Bessie" was the 
queer acting girl who had cried "Hush." 

Mabel hastened to check any further enfant 
terrible revelations by continuing : 

" Let me see. Mrs. Benderman might take 
you in. Oh no, she couldn't, either. She's got 
company. Then there's Farmer Griggs's, but 
they've got the chicken pox there. And those 
are the only places "I know within a mile or 
two. Is it snowing very hard now ?" 

" Like all possessed," answered Arthur, in- 
wardly hoping he wasn't giving too broad a 
hint that they might be invited to stay where 
they were. 

"Why can't you stay here?" bluntly de- 
manded Reggie. " I've got a double bed in my 
room, and one of us can take turns sleeping on 
the floor, you know." 

" Well, if you are willing to put up with that 
pleasant prospect, I am sure you are very wel- 
come. I would have asked you before, only 
we've got a houseful, and — and — there isn't 
any chaperone " 

"Of course, I see how it is perfectly," broke 
in Arthur. "And if you'll only allow us to 
pass the night in the barn on the hay mow " 

" Oh, we couldn't think of turning you off in 
that way," went on Miss Mabel. " And I am 
sure father wouldn't wish it, either. So if you 
don't mind crowding in with my cousin Reggie, 
we should be very happy to have you stay till 
morning. And now I dare say you haven't had 
any supper. Ours is just ready, I guess. But 
perhaps you'd like to go to your room first. 
Reggie, will you show the way ?" 

" Stop !" cried a theatrical voice at this mo- 
ment in the doorway. 

There stood Miss Bessie, looking extremely 
pale, but very determined. 

"Mabel," she said, slowly and distinctly, 
looking at the young hostess and pointing at 
Allan, " will you ask this young gentleman 
why he uses an assumed name ?" 
{To be continued.} 

*■*■* 

MAKING THE BULK CONSISTENT. 

Boston Young Lady— Don't say "vase," Polly; 
the word is pronounced " vawze." 

Country Cousin — Certainly, dear. Well, as I 
was saying, I went down town to buy some lawze 
to trim my hat, and I walked at such a pawze that 
people must have thought that I was in for a 
rawze, and when 1 got to the store my fawze was 
as red as fire. Do correct me when I say anything 
countrified, won't you, Anasfawzia?" 



AN ARABIAN BAM.AD. 

For man is set 
The prey of Time, and Time in change 
Life strait or large, great store or naught, 
All's one to Time, all men to Death. 



[y'/u's story lonnnencetl in So. 27?.] 

Warren Mavilapd, 

THE YOUNdr 80LDIER OF FORTFXE. 

By ANNIE ASHMORE, 
Author of " Who Shall be the Heir t " etc., etc 



CHAPTER XXVIII. 

THE GIANT PEDDLER. 

JX RRIVICD at the telegraph office, Warren 
£24 wired a soothing message to his mother ; 
1©! and by Mr. Walsingham's advice sent 
another to the Portsoy post oltice, in- 
quiring whether any letters lay there for him. 
They wailed for the replies, which came anon. 

Mrs. Haviland expressed her joy at hearing 
from her son, said she was well, and requested 
him to remain where he was until he had re- 
ceived the letter she would immediately write, 
as she had important tidings for him. The 
Portsoy post office announced a letter lying there 
for him, and that it would be forwarded at once. 

" So you are bound to stay with me for a few 
days yet," exulted Mr. Walsingham, as they 
drove homeward, "and that's as well, for I 
want to go North with you, and I can't leave 
right now, for I am negotiating with several 
great goldsmith firms for the sale of my ingots. 
You boys ought to feel a little interest in that 
business, since you are each to get a certain per- 
centage of the proceeds." 

He silenced their startled protests with a few 
serious, kind words, in whicli he expressed not 
only his sense of the value of the service they 
had done him, but his appreciation of the high 
qualities which were necessary to its achieve- 
ment. 

And while Warren heard the praises with all 
a young hero's proud gladness, Tim drooped 
his head to hide his shamed face, thinking on 
that unknown fault which smirched his honor, 
and made such praise seem a mockery. 

Some days passed, filled for Warren with de- 
lightful experiences, in which merry Kate was 
his constant companion ; but Sloper seemed 
sadder than ever before, and Warren's kind 
heart ached to see how ill at ease he was in that 
happy home, and how hard he tried to hide his 
wretchedness that he might damp no one's glad- 
ness. 

He was once more the " lonely, haggard 
boy " who had won his affection and compassion 
at Burroe's. He confessed that he was impa- 
tient to return North, that every hour of deiay 
was a torture to him, yet he did not like to be 
so ungracious as to leave their kind host against 
his will, 

" 1 long to be about something I must do," he 
said feverishly, "I've done wrong, and I can't 
breathe Ireely until I've set the wrong right." 

And meanwhile the poor boy was almost pen- 
niless, and writhed in deepest shame from the 
idea of asking money from Warren for his jour- 
ney North, while to hint his need to Mr. W r al- 
singham would be like anticipating his generos- 
ity, and forcing his hand to open before his own 
time. 

Warren, too, was anxious to return North on 
his mother's affairs, and limited his stay till he 
had received her letter, since she had particu- 
larly requested him to do so. 

One day Kate and her cavaliers, the two boys, 
out on horseback together, w-ere approaching a 
small hamlet called St. Andre, about six miles 
from Colonsay and three from home. The first 
house they came in sight of was a pic'uresque 
old inn, whose sign of " The Cider Cup " swung 
from the branches of an immense walnut tree 
across- the road from the many porched building 
itself. Some girls in pretty summer muslins 
were clustered about the veranda pillars, and a 
group of men lounged under the walnut tree, 
drinking and smoking ; one very tall man leaned 
against the trunk, listening to the talk of the 
villagers ; he seemed to be a peddler, from the 
pack which lay at his feet. 

" Oh, I say, how like that fellow looks to Mc- 
dade ! " exclaimed Warren in startled tones, as 
their horses paced gently through the soft sand 
of the road towards the inn. His companions 
gazed at the man, who was clad in rusty black, 
with an old fashioned beaver on his huge head. 

" But you said McDade's face was almost cov- 
ered by coarse, red hair, and this man is smoothly 
shaven," suggested Kate, who by dint of mak- 
ing Warren recite his adventures over even- day 
knew almost as much about McDade as he did. 

" But the deep set eyes are like his, and the 
enormous, sticking out ears — see them, Miss 
Kate ? " 

By this time the riding party was near the 
loungers, who all looked round at them. The 
giant stared with the rest, but did not seem in 
the least impressed. He tipped his tall hat a 
little more over his forehead, but that was to 
scratch the back of his head, and he opened an 
enormous mouth and kept it stretched its full 
capacity all the time the equestrians were pass- 
ing by — but that was a mere yawn, which of 
course he could not help. 

Was he McDade ? That cavern surmounted 
by a section of coarse face and a pair of blink- 
ing half closed eyes, looked like an ugly valen- 
tine of him — but surely McDade could not be? 
here ? 



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•' It couldn't have been lie," said Warren 
softly as they passed on. " McDade was hairy 
and downlooking, while this fellow — I must 
have been dreaming " 

11 Did you see him do it ?" screamed one of 
the girls on the veranda, cutting short his speech 
with a peal of laughter; " he could have swal- 
lowed the house — he did look so comical — do it 
again, we want to see you gape." 

The giant drowned her voice by bellowing 
out a song. 

" Bauer kraut vos bully, I told you it vas fine." 
roared he, and the riders disappeared to the 
barbarous strain. 

"What did he want to gape just then for ?" 
said Kate, pondering with a little frown on her 
pretty white brow ; " was it to disguise his face 
from you, Warren ? Upon my word I believe 
it was, and that he was McDade, come down 
here on your track for no good purpose. Boys, 
PlU afraid for you ! " 

CHAPTER XXIX. 

THE GOLDSMITHS' AGENT. 

^y.HFTHKR the man was McDade or 
not, he eluded the young people's ef- 
forts to decide ; for although they took 
care to ride back through St. Andre, 
and lo pounce on the Cider Cup unexpectedly, 
they saw nothing of the giant again, nor could 
thev learn anything more definite from the inn- 
keeper than that the stranger was a peddler who 
had dined there, and gone on his way soon 
afterward. 

On their arrival at Silver Hill, Warren found 
two letters awaiting him, both from his mother; 
one being her last letter directed to the Portsoy 
post office, in which she gave him nothing but 
cheerful news, reserving the tidings of her mis- 
fortunes till he was free to leave his employer, 
which he could not do as long as he was in his 
debt. The other was written on receipt of his 
telegram, and in it she told him that the prom- 
issory note had been stolen from her room on 
such a night, giving the date. Mr. Roe had 
employed a detective to trace the thief, but thus 
far no one had been discovered as even hav- 
ing a motive for the theft, unless it might be 
Mr. Venwick's son, who was absent, his friends 
did not know where ; but Mrs, Haviland refused 
to believe any evil of her unknown nephew. 

"That's Hawk's doings — to throw suspicion 
on Tom," cried Warren indignantly. " OhJ that 
J had him here, wouldn't 1 pitch into him ! 
Let's see now, when was the promissory note 
stolen ? While I was lying sick in Hurroe's 
house, about ten days after I left home. That 
is, when Hawk was pretty sure I'd been got rid 
of for good — the villain ! I wish I. knew where 
Tom was then — and where he is now ! " 

"Appearances certainly look bad against 
young Kenwick, though," remarked Mr. Wal- 
singham. 

" I don't care, Hawk's rascal enough to have 
contrived the appearances that look so bad,'' ex- 
claimed Warren, hotly. " I tell you, sir, I can't 
believe that Aunt Dora's boy could ever be a 
thief." 

Tim Sloper rose abruptly and walked to the 
window, and Kate, who was romping writh her 
dog in the garden below, stopped, wonderstruck 
at the excessive emotion which convulsed his 
features and rendered him unconscious of her 
vicinity. She had soon discerned for herself 
that Tim was unhappy, though he tried to hide 
it, and as she watched him now the sad thought 
occurred to her for the first time in her bright 
and cloudless life how little we can really help 
each other to bear life's trouble, and how soli- 
tary each spirit stands on earth, however sur- 
rounded by human affections. 

"God alone can .heal some wounds," she 
mused ; w she turned away softly. " I hope Tint 
has told it all to Him." 

Presently he returned to the other two, who 
had not heeded his movements, saying reso- 
lutely : 

"Let us start for the North by ,the night train, 
Warren and I, 1 mean. There's no time to be 
lost. Hawk has stolen the note, and he will 
have possessed himself of the money as soon as 
he could and absconded. The loss of the note 
puts it out of Mrs. Havilaud's power to prose- 
cute the thief, but if he does not get away we 
can force him to disgorge." 

Mr. Walsingham and Warren wondered at 
the usually timid lad's fire and energy, and 
Warren at once acquiesced in his request that 
their host would allow them to leave him that 
night, but he replied entreatingly : 

" Just stop over one day more, and then lean 
go with you, and in the meanwhile you can tel- 
egraph to your friend Mr. Roe to set a watch on 
the fellow Hawk and prevent him from disap- 
pearing. The fact is, I am negotiating with the 
great goldsmiths Macready & Dillon about the 
sale of two of my ingots. Their agent arrives 
from San Francisco tomorrow to complete the 
purchase, and I'm loath to miss him. You'f) 
wait that long for me, boys, will you ? " 

Warren, impatient as he was, felt how un- 
gracious it would be to disoblige his kind friend, 
and consented to wait the one day more with a 
good grace ; but Sloper clinched his hands and 
gnawed his lip in a fever of disappointment, 
though he said notning. 

The boys now told Mr. Walsingham about 
the man whose resemblance to McDade had so 
startled them ; and he was even more disturbed 
on their account than innocent Kate had been, 
'•omprehending better to what brutal lengths 
wicked men could go in defense of their guilty 
secrets. He strenuously warned the boys 
against rambling about the neighborhood by 



themselves, and privately ordered two of his 
stoutest servants to guard his guests from any 
assailant who might intrude upon them while 
they were in the grounds. 

That same evening another telegram was 
dispatched to Mrs. Haviland, announcing War- 
ren's immediate return to her, accompanied by 
his friends Mr. and Miss Walsingham — he was 
about lo add "and Tim Sloper," but the boy 
checked him, faltering out : 

" Not yet — I'm not fit yet — wait till I've 
done what's right." 

And he looked so worn and harassed that 
Warren's kind heart ached for him, and for the 
hundredth time he wondered much what that 
old fault had been which cast so dark a blight 
upon the sensitive boy. 

The next morning's mail brought Mr. Wal- 
singham a note from Macready & Dillon's 
agent, Mr. Conroy, announcing his arrival in 
the town, and requesting Mr. Walsingham to 
meet him at the bank at three o'clock. Accord- 
ingly Kate's father left his home in time for the 
appointment, and the two boys and Kate ad- 
journed to the loveliest glade in the garden for 
the rest of the afternoon; Kate with her lace 
work, Warren with his sketching materials, 
while poor Sloper, who had no accomplishments 
save the rare and beautiful one of reading aloud 
finely, brought his book for the entertainment 
of the whole three. 

The dudish Dolph was as usual Mr. Walsing- 
ham's driver, and brought him to his destina- 
tion so exactly to time that the agent was just 
stepping from a strongly built, close carriage at 
the door of the bank as Mr. Walsingham drove 
up. Telling Dolph to wait where he was for 
him, his master followed the stranger into the 
bank in time to hear him inquiring for himself. 

The introduction to each other over, both 
were conducted to the manager's private room, 
and a messenger sent to the vault for the gold. 

Mr. Conroy, the agent of the great San Fran- 
cisco goldsmiths, was a slim, undersized man, 
of a sallow complexion, his features insignifi- 
cant, his hair, mustache and whiskers luxuriant 
as a Turk's, and as black as the raven's wing ; 
and his eyes glinting keenly behind a pair of 
smoke tinted spectacles. 

He was very well dressed in a quiet way, and 
his manners were most ingratiating. He at 
once produced his credentials from the firm he 
represented, which Mr. Walsingham examined 
attentively, finding them all he could wish for, 
and able to stand the tests he applied in even- 
particular. Having compared the signatures of 
the documents with several of Macready & Dil- 
lon's which he had procured for the purpose, 
and taking counsel with the bank officials over 
them, with the same result, Mr. Walsingham 
was still more convinced of the agent's integrity 
l>v his saying blandly : 

" You will now telegraph to my principals that 
I am here in their name, their reply will con- 
clude my examination, and we shall proceed 
with our business." 

And Mr. Walsingham, who had intended to 
do sci anyhow, was utterly convinced that all 
was right, and obeyed the suggestion as the 
merest form. He and Mr. Conroy stepped to 
the bank telegraph office, the message was sent, 
and in a few minutes the satisfactory reply was 
returned, " Conroy is our agent, go ahead with 
business." 

And now the four gold bricks were taken out 
of their box, and the agent examined them with 
the critical and stolid air of a man accustomed 
to handle millions. 

He selected two of them, weighed and valued 
them, and then made his offer. It was a fair 
enough one, not too liberal, and Mr. Walsing- 
ham accepted it. Whereupon Mr. Conroy 
thrust his hand in his pocket, murmuring, " 1 
have a letter of credit upon the bank here — um 
— um, where is it though ?" and he ran his 
hands into pocket after pocket, growing quite 
flurried the while. " Surely I have not left my 
pocketbook on the table at my hotel ? " he cried, 
stamping his foot with impatience, " But no, I 
am convinced I put it in my pocket. Ha ! I've 
dropped it in the carriage, excuse me a mo- 
ment," and he hurried out bareheaded, return- 
ing almost immediately in a state of excitement 
which surprised Mr. Walsingham. "Was there 
ever anything so exasperating ?" he exclaimed. 
" I have left the paper in my pocketbook at 
Roscoe Hotel. Now sir, I'm in a quandary. 
I'm hard pressed for time, as I leave by the four 
o'clock train for Chicago, where I have an ap- 
pointment which I dare not break. Conse- 
quently, as you see, I can only return to the 
hotel to pack up the gold and hurry straight to 
the railway station. I have no time to go for the 
pocketbook, to return here, and then go back 
a second time with the gold. Will you then 
favor me by accompanying me to Roscoe Hotel, 
bearing the gold with us, (you see I do not ask 
you to let it out of your sight). I shall then 
pack it, collect my baggage, and still have time 
to reach the railway station. What say you ? 
Can you oblige me, or must our bargain fall 
through ? " 

His rapid way of talking, his vexed air and 
general plausibility, overwhelmed Mr. Walsing- 
ham and carried him off his balance. It all 
seemed so simple, such a sensible arrangement, 
that he saw no reason to make difficulties — in 
fact there was no time for anything but acqui- 
escence, and Conroy was waiting his answer 
with his watch in his hand and the utmost im- 
patience in his manner. 

" Let us go, by all means," said Mr. Walsing- 
ham, pleasantly. " We can take my carriage: 
it's lighter than yours, and my boy will make the 
horses spin." 



The agent thanked him most heartily, and, 
assisted by Mr. Walsingham, put the two ingots 
into a small hand valise he had brought for the 
purpose; Mr. Walsingham confided the other 
two to the vaults once more, and the gentlemen 
hurried outside. 

Mr. Walsingham looked up and down the 
street for Dolph and his team, but they were 
nowhere lo be seen. Mr. Conroy's coach was 
there, however; its driver, a tall, powerfully 
built man with a long gray beard, standing at 
its door in readiness to admit his fare. 

"Did you see my man leave here?" asked 
Mr. Walsingham. 

" I did, sir. He bade me tell you that he'd 
lost a bolt, and had to go off and get the trap 
repaired," answered the coachman, civilly, 

"Pshaw! He'll be half an hour or more," 
said Mr. Walsingham, impatiently ; but Con- 
roy smoothly proposed that they should make 
use of his carriage, conjuring the giaiit driver 
to make his cattle go at their best pace ; and as 
there was nothing else to be done, Mr. Walsing- 
ham got into Conroy's coach, Conroy followed, 
valise in hand, and off they dashed. 

CHAFTKR XXX. 

T W O K N T K A 1* M E X T S . 

OSCOE HOTEL was at the other end of 
town, and to beguile the way the gen- 
tlemanly agent talked of his travels in 
' many strange countries, of home and 
foreign politics, of trade, religion, and who 
knows what besides; so that Mr. Walsingham, 
who had never been so wooed to forgetfulness 
before, lost count of the streets they passed 
through, and noted not the lapse of time. 

At length a casual glance out of the window 
brought him erect with a startled exclamation. 
I'*or a moment he could not recognize the lo- 
cality, but then he saw they had left the busi- 
ness part of the town behind, and were actually 
quitting the suburbs.. 

"Your coachman's drunk! He's a mile be- 
yond your hotel already," cried Mr. Walsing- 
ham. 

"Eh? What? Going wrong?" chimed in 
Conroy, rising to rap on the front window vig- 
orously with his knuckles. 

The broad back, which was visible through 
the window, never budged ; the coach flew 
faster than before into the open country, and 
an uncommonly solitary road it was, loo. 

" What the dickens does this mean ?" shouted 
Mr. Walsingham, getting angry; and he lore 
at the door on his side to open it. 

"The dickens knows, I don't, unless the 
brute's a robber as well as drunk," replied Con- 
roy, tearing away at his door with even greater 
energy ; but like the coachman's back, neither 
door would budge. They were both locked. 

" I see, 1 see ! This is a plot — are you, sir, 
in it?" demanded Walsingham, sternly, turn- 
ing upon his companion in all the majestic 
might of his just wrath. 

"Is this a plot, you scoundrel?" bellowed 
Conroy, passing on the question to the coach- 
man, while he pounded at the front window till 
the glass flew in splinters over him. 

The coachman whipped up his horses stolidly. 

"Stop there, stop, you vagabond, I say," 
continued Conroy ; but he did not say it, he 
yelled it. " If you don't, I'll shoot you as dead 
as a red herring ! Look behind you ! " And he 
tore a revolver from his overcoat pocket, which 
lay on the seat, and leveled it at the small sec- 
tion of back which was visible from the broken 
window, the frame of which was about the size 
of a school slate. 

The coachman began to sing in the voice of 
a stentor : 

" Sauer kraut vos bully ; I told you it vos fine. 
I dinks I ought to know, for I eats it al! de time." 

"Wretch!" vociferated Conroy, raising his 
shrill voice above the mighty roar of the giant, 
so that Walsingham was well nigh deafened. 

" I shall fire — do you hear ? I shall count 
three, and if you don't halt — one — two — 
THREE!" and with the last he pulled the 
trigger, and — nothing happened ! He tried the 
second chamber — still nothing ! The third — 
fourth— fifth— sixth ! 

"Confound it! He has tampered with my 
revolver while I was in the bank," growled Con- 
roy, dashing the firearm upon the floor ; but he 
thought better of that, and immediately picked 
it up again before Mr. Walsingham could reach 
it. 

Kneeling on the front seat, he made a club of 
it, and began pounding away industriously at 
that part of the coachman's anatomy which was 
alone within his reach. At the first blow the 
giant jumped, at the second he howled an oath, 
at the third he pulled up his horses and flung 
himself down on the road, and opened the door 
on Mr. Walsingham's side, vowing vengeance. 

Mr. Walsingham, infuriated at the villain, 
sprang upon him the instant the door opened., 
and with such unexpected force that the giant 
staggered backward under his weight. He had 
him by the throat, and was gaining the mastery 
surely, when the too zealous Conroy, meaning 
(no doubt) lo assist him, hurled his revolver at 
the coachman's head. 

But, unfortunately, choosing a moment when 
Mr. Walsingham's head was between, the blow 
crashed full upon the back of it, and felled him 
to the ground, where he lay half senseless, yet 
still vaguely conscious of the concluding actions 
of the drama. 

Conroy continued raving out maledictions, 
and dancing about the coachman, who picked 
him up like a rag doll, and flung him on top of 
Walsingham, then sprang to his seat and gal- 



. loped off, followed by the agent, whose screams 
of rage and despair rent the air. 

" The gold ! The gold ! Stop, thief ! " were 
the direful words which greeted Mr. Walsing- 
ham's returning senses; and he sat up just in 
time to see the nimble Conroy speeding like a 
champion racer after the coach round a curve, 
which swallowed them up, and all was over, 
Mr. Walsingham staggered to his feet. He 
was faint, giddy, and wild with self reproach. 

" Oh, what a credulous fool I've been ! " cried 
he. " I've let a pair of rogues play their trans- 
parent parts to the end, and get off scot free 
with my property. And now what can 1 do ? 
Follow them on foot ? No, I must invoke Ark.- 
wright's aid again." 

He was five miles from Colonsay, weak and 
confused, but he set his face townwards reso- 
lutely. 

It was now twenty minutes to four. 

About ten minutes past four the party ol 
young people who were enjoying themselves in 
the garden at Silver Hill was broken up very 
abruptly. Mirry, Miss Walsingham's pretty 
mulatto maid, came running out to them with 
the announcement that a messenger had come 
from Mr. Walsingham, asking to see the young 
men. They accordingly hurried into the house, 
to find a snapping eyed, long nosed youth of 
the street Arab species, engaged in gaping 
round the handsome apartment, as if awe smit- 
ten with admiration. 

When asked his message, he tendered a crum- 
pled half sheet of note paper, and resumed his 
survey of his surroundings. The boys mean- 
lime read together these words : 

Deak Boys : I have met with an accident ; come 
to me at once. The boy will have a carriage for 
you. Say nothing to my daughter. To alarm her 
is needless, as nothing very serious has happened 
to me. Walsingham. 

"Where is Mr. Walsingham ?" asked War- 
ren of the gamin, anxiously scanning the 
wavering lines, which suggested pain and weak- 
ness in the writer. 

" And is he much hurt ? " chimed in Tim, as 
anxiously. 

The gamin, who had turned a chair bottom 
up to scrutinize its make, answered briefly ; 

" Left him in a pill shop — most done for;" 
and, dumping the chair right side up, he turned 
his attention to a sofa, which he punched vigor- 
ously, grinning like a shark with admiring won- 
der at its springiness. 

"But how did he get hurt ?" asked Warren. 

" Dunno ; but ye better hurry up, or he'll 
kick the bucket afore ye git thar," responded 
the envoy, who was now rapping his knuckles 
on a bronze statuette to discover whether it was 
hollow. 

" Heaven forbid ! Come, come, then, Where's 
the carriage?" exclaimed Warren, in dismay, 
and he and Tim Sloper hurried to the door. 

The youth took a last critical survey of the 
room, stopped lo milk one of the pendants of 
the gasalier, and reluctantly backed out, getting 
into a great hurry the moment he had left tin- 
charmed ground 

Warren, however, paused long enough to 
leave word for Kate with old Rashe that her 
father had sent for them in haste ; afid then the 
boys followed their conductor out to the gate, 
where, drawn up in the shade of the wall, and 
hidden from the house, waited a strongly built 
close carriage, drawn by two powerful horses. 
No driver was visible, but the gamin scrambled 
up to the driver's seat with a businesslike air, 
and, as soon as the boys were inside, drove off 
at a good pace towards the town. 

They had not gone quarter of a mile, how- 
ever, when the carriage slackened speed, and 
somebody else sprang up in front, taking the 
reins, while the imp gave place to him, as the 
passengers inside could see through the small 
front window (which, by the way, had lost its 
glass). Before the boys had ttme to exchange 
remarks about the addition to their party, the 
carriage turned off the city road into a rough 
cart track which ran towards the sea shore, and 
here the new driver urged his horses to a reckless 
gallop, heedless that the heavy vehicle jolted 
and strained like a ship in a storm. 

The startled eyes of the boys met, and a sim- 
ultaneous suspicion flashed into their minds. 

"It may be a short cut, for all we know." 
suggested Tim, but Warren shook his head, 
and shouted through the front window : 

" Stop, driver, I want to talk to you." 

But the driver might have been a wooden 
image for all the heed he took. 

" Halloa there ! Halloa ! " shouted Warren, 
at the top of his voice; and in reward the 
freckled face of the urchin fitted itself into the 
window frame, delight radiating from rvery 
crooked feature. 

"Where are we going?" demanded War- 
ren, indignantly. 

The imp ran his two eyeballs into the corners 
nearest — other answer gave he none. 

"Don't you hear?" trumpeted Warren, his 
face within an inch of the garnin's. 

An unearthly grimace distorted the visage 
outside the window, and Warren recoiled in- 
voluntarily, as from a frightful vision seen in 
(ever, to the gratification of the grimacer. 

" There's no use talking to these fellows, I'm 
afraid," said Sloper, in a low voice. " I think 
Mc Hade's got us. We've let ourselves be 
fooled, anyhow." He had found both the 
doors locked. 

(7o be continued.) 

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BY ARTHUR LEE PUTNAM, 

Author of " Walter Griffith," " Number 91,™ 

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HON. THOMAS F. BAYARD, 

Secretary of State. 

After the Presidency, the office of Secretary 
of State is regarded as the most important 
position in the Federal government. The Vice 
Presidency, which entails no duties beyond pre- 
siding over the deliberations of the Senate, is in 
comparison a merely titular honor. The De- 
partment of State, as the reader is doubtless 
aware, is charged with all correspondence and 
other business connected with the relations of 
this country to foreign powers, and its import- 
ance to the national welfare can hardly be over- 
estimated. Moreover, recent legislation ordains 
that if both President and Vice President should 
die during their term of office, then the chief 
magistracy shall devolve upon the Secretary of 
State as the next in succession. 

Thomas Fran- 
cis Bayard, the 
present S e c r e- 
tary, is the thirty 
third incumbent 
of the office since 
the foundation of 
the republic. The 
list of his prede- 
cessors includes 
the names of 
some of the most 
brilliant and 
famous of Amer- 
ican statesmen. 
About one third 
of them have 
been afterward 
nominated for 
the Presidency, 
and six have been 
actually elected 
President ; while 
several others 
have become 
Vice Presidents, 
or Justices of the 
Supreme Court. 

M r. Bayard's 
ancestors, t o o, 
have been as il- 
lustrious as his predecessors in office. From his 
great grandfather down, he is the fifth of his 
family who has sat in the United States Senate. 
When first elected to that body as the represen- 
tative of his native State of Delaware, his col- 
league was his own father — almost, if not quite, 
the only case on record of father and son serv- 
ing as Senators together. 

He was born at Wilmington, Delaware, on 
the 29th of October, 1828. His education was 
conducted with a view to a mercantile career, 
and while yet a boy he entered a business house 
in New York. The early death, however, of an 
elder brother reversed his plans, and he returned 
to Wilmington to study law. 

In 1851 he was admitted to the bar, and be- 
gan to practice his profession. After serving 
for a year as United States District Attorney for 
Delaware, he removed to Philadelphia, where he 
formed a partnership with William Shippen. 

Two years were spent in the Quaker City, 
and then he returned to Wilmington. . For 
eleven years he continued to practice law. Mean- 
while both his own abilities and his inheritance 
of a name preeminent in the politics of his State, 
naturally attracted him toward public life. In 
1861 he delivered a speech at Dover, Delaware, 
in deprecation of hostilities against the South, 
which attracted attention all over the country. 

He first entered the Senate in 1868, and served 
there continuously for seventeen years, being 
reelected in 1875 and 1881. At Washington he 
rapidly rose to national prominence as one of 
the ablest members of his party. His knowledge 
ot the duties of the Senate and the practical 
work of legislation is most thorough, as during 
his long term of office, besides unremitting at- 
tention to general business, he held positions on 
the judiciary, finance, and library committees, 
and the committee for revision of laws ; and in 
October, 1881, he was elected president pro 
tempore of the Senate. 

In the last two National Democratic Con- 
ventions, Mr. Bayard has been nominated for 
President. Backed neither by the prestige of 
one of the great and populous States, nor by the 
importance attached to a State whose electoral 
vote is regarded as doubtful, yet on each occa- 



THOMAS F. BAYARD. 

ph by C M. Boll, Wa-hington, D. C 



sion he had a very considerable following — a 
following due solely to his political experience 
and ability, his admirable public record, and the 
spotless character of a man, like another Bayard 
famed in history, " without fear and without re- 
proach." 

A few particulars of the government depart- 
ment over which Mr. Bayard presides will per- 
haps be of interest to the reader. Its methods 
are formal, dignified, and conservative. " The 
official letters," says a recent article on the sub- 
ject, " are called ' dispatches ' and officers known 
as ' dispatch agents ' are located at London and 
other convenient points, to whom the corre- 
spondence is entrusted for distribution. When 
the Secretary of State has instructions to send 
to a minister of the United States abroad, he or 
one of his assistants prepares a draft of what is 
desired, and then 
it is subjected to 
a careful study 
and revision. 
Next the copy 
goes to the Diplo- 
matic Bureau, 
where it is tran- 
scribed on paper 
manufactured for 
the exclusive use 
of the State De- 
partment, and re- 
turned to the 
Secretary for his 
approval and sig- 
nature. Some- 
times it goes to 
the President 
also. Then, 
when it is finally 
signed, its con- 
tents are copied 
by hand into a 
large book, for 
in the State De- 
partment no let- 
ter presses are 
used. The other 
departments use 
them, but if a 
diplomatic dispatch should be subjected to such 
treatment the walls of the building would sink 
in mortification." 

There are three assistant Secretaries of State. 
The first of them, who represents the Secretary 
when the latter is absent, is also charged with 
all correspondence between the United States 
and the great powers of Europe, The second 
supervises our relations with the remaining 
European nations and those of South America, 
while the rest of the world is the domain of the 
third. 

Friday in every week is termed " diplomatic 
day," when the Secretary will receive no callers 
except the representatives of foreign countries 
in Washington. They are first ushered into the 
reception room, and then confer with the Secre- 
tary in the diplomatic chamber. This is a 
splendid hall, sixty feet by twenty, hung with 
tapestry, and more magnificent than anything 
in the White House, being second only to the 
marble room of the Senate. 

There are few government officials who work 
harder than Secretary Bayard. After receiving 
the early mail at his own residence, he drives 
down to his office at nine or ten o'clock, where 
the day is spent in receiving visitors, conferring 
with his assistants, and attending to important 
correspondence. During the afternoon he reads 
and signs such official dispatches and documents 
as require his signature, and about five o'clock 
his work is over for the day. In the evening he 
takes a ride into the country, or sits and reads 
with his family in the large front porch of his 
old fashioned brick house on Massachusetts 
Avenue. 

He is a man of culture and refinement, with 
grave and courteous manners, but troubled by a 
slight deafness. His features are perhaps 
already familiar to the reader. 

Richard H. Tithf.rington. 

GOLDEN THOUGHTS. 

An error gracefully acknowledged is a victory 
won. — Gascoigne. 

It is not your posterity, but your actions, that 
will perpetuate your memory. 

He that cannot forgive others, breaks the bridge 
over which he must pass himself— for every man 
has need to be forgiven. 



APRIL 21, 1888. 



THE GOLDEN ARGOSY. 



320 




I FELT MYSELF DRAWN IRRESISTIBLY DOWNWARD IN THE EDDIES OF TDK FOAMING WATER 



[77i/s story commenced in A 7 o. 280.] 

THE 



The Treasure Cave of the Ineas. 

By G. M. FENN, 
Author of "In the Wilds of New Mexico, etc. 



CHAPTER V. 

THE GREAT RIVER. 

T the very moment when it seemed that 
all chance of saving poor Tom was 
JPH, gone, when our arms were dragging out 
of their sockets, and I felt a strange 
fascination, joined to the weight, drawing me 
over the side of the precipice — the mule gave a 
wild squeal, shook its head for an instant, seized 
the tight rein in its teeth, and bit it through. 

The next moment it gave a whinny of relief, 
planted its feet on my back as I half lay down, 
leaped over me, and was out of our way. 

How we managed the i>ext part I cannot say. 
All I know is that there was a horrible struggle, 
a scrambling rush, the panting groans of those 
who fought with grim death, and then I lay 
half fainting upon the shelf, wiih Tom at my 
side. 

"Thank Heaven!" I muttered. 

"Amen, Harry!" said Tom, in a whisper ; 
and then for some time no one spoke. 

Half an hour after, very quiet and sober of 
mien, we were leading our mules down the 
shelf, unnerved and trembling, till once more 
the plain was reached, and with it rest for the 
night. 

And so we journeyed on day after day, 
through heat and dust, and arid, stony lands ; 
with my heart sinking lower and lower, and the 
thought of home not being so very bad a place 
after all continually forcing itself upon me, till 
our guide suddenly announced our proximity to 
the place I had come these thousands of miles 
to seek. 

And now it was that from where it had sunk 
my heart gave a great leap of exultation, and I 
sat for long enough upon my bony mule drink- 
ing in the scene before me. 



For the last three days our ride had been over 
stone and sand, with here and there a melan- 
choly palm shooting up from the desert, the sun 
beating down and being reflected up in a 
way that was almost unbearable. Tom had 
been riding with his mouth open, panting like 
a dog, his face coated with perspiration and 
dust. When at night we had stopped at some 
wretched makeshift of an inn — a hut generally 
where a grass hammock and a little lukewarm 
water was the total accommodation — a wash or 
bath of any kind had been quite out of the 
question. 

But now, as we were descending a steep 
mountain side, it seemed as if we had suddenly 
dropped into one of the most lovely spots on 
earth, riding at once right in beneath the shade 
of a huge forest, with a sea of green leaves 
spreading out before us in every direction. 

By comparison the coolness was delightful, 
and we rode through a vast arcade over a golden 
network spread by the sun upon the grassy un- 
dergrowth ; whilst from afar off came that 
sweetest of sounds to a parched and thirsty 
traveler — the murmuring of falling water, now 
soft and gentle, now increasing to a roar. 

" Great river, senors," said our guide, point- 
ing forward. " Senor Don Reuben Landell on 
other side." 

"Say, Harry," said Tom just then, "they 
ain't sure where the Garden of Eden was, are 
they? I'm blest if I don't think we've found 
the very spot, and if — . There she goes I " 

I can't say whether Tom's mind was running 
just then upon Eve, but as a light, girlish figure 
seemed to flit into our sight, and stand gazing 
at us with bright and wondering eyes — mine 
did ; and for a few minutes after she had dis- 
appeared amongst the trees I sat in my saddle 
without speaking. 

But the glorious verdure around soon made 
me forget the fair vision ; and now riding on a 
few paces, now halting at an opening in the 
forest, I sat drinking in the scene with the feel- 
ings of one in a dream. 

Then we rode on a hundred yards up an as- 
cent, with the sun full upon us once more, to 
descend a precipitous path, holding on tightly 
by the mule, which one expected to slip and 
hurl one down a gulf at the side ; but the de- 
scent was safely made, and then we stood gaz- 
ing at a belt of cultivated ground, the forest 
and river lying off to our right. 

"There is the river path, senors," said our 



guide, "straight down. The ground is soft, 
and bad for the mules, and I go back. You 
will find a gentleman to take you over the great 
river ; but 1 would look about me ; there are 
little snakes, the water boa, and the crocodiles 
of the river." 

Then saluting us with his Spanish politeness, 
our guide stood while we possessed ourselves of 
our light luggage, and then led off his mules, 
leaving us to follow the pointed out direction, 
which took us down to the swampy bank of a 
great muddy river flowing gently by us, cutting 
its wa,v, as it were, through a forest of mighty 
trees, whosestems shot up from the water'sedge. 

There was a small canoe tethered to a sap- 
ling where the path ceased, but no sign of its 
owner ; while half a mile in front, across the 
river, was an opening in the trees similar to that 
in which we stood, which was, doubtless, the 
path we were to pursue. 

We stood in deep shadow ; but the sun was 
flashing from the breast of the river as it rolled 
slowly on, its even surface unbroken save here 
and there by some water bird ; while in several 
places what seemed to be rough tree trunks 
were floating slowly down the stream. The 
great trees were wreathed and festooned to the 
water's edge with parasites and vines ; and now 
and then the shrill cry of some parrot rang out, 
the bird flashing into' sight for an instant, and 
then disappearing amidst the glorious verdure. 

"Well, Tom," 1 said, " this is different from 
our old home." 

But he did not reply ; and turning, I found 
him gazing fixedly amongst the swamp herbage, 
through which was a wet, muddy track. Fol- 
lowing the direction of his gaze and peering 
into the shade, I became aware of a pair of the 
most hideous, hateful eyes fixed upon me that I 
had ever seen. 

I was heated with walking over the wet 
ground, and there was a warm, steamy exhala- 
tion rising around ; but in a moment my tongue 
became dry and a cold perspiration bedewed my 
limbs, as, fascinated almost, 1 stood gazing 
within six feet of the monster, which now be- 
gan slowly a retrograde motion till the herbage 
hid it from our sight. Then there was a loud 
rustling rush, a spiash in the water, and wave 
after wave proclaimed the size of the beast that 
had, fortunately for us, declined to attack. 

" It was a crocodile, Tom," I said, with a 
shiver. "And look — look! Why, the river 
swarms with them ! " 



"So it does, seemingly," exclaimed Tom, as 
I pointed out the slimy backs of half a score of 
them floating down the stream ; for I could see 
now that they were no trees, while here and 
there on the muddy bank we could make out a 
solitary monster basking, open mouthed, in the 
sun, 

" Come along," I said ; " let's get over." 

Stepping close to the water's edge I drew the 
light canoe up by its bark rope, disturbing either 
a small reptile or some great fish as I did so, 
for there was a rushing swirl in the water, and 
the frail vessel rocked to and fro. 

In spite of Tom's declarations to the effect 
that such a pea shuck would sink with us, I 
stepped in and he followed ; when, taking the 
paddles, we pushed off and began to make our 
way out into the stream, Tom's eyes glancing 
around as he dipped in his paddle cautiously, 
expecting every moment that it would touch a 
crocodile. 

Using our paddles — clumsily enough, as may 
be supposed — we made some way, and then 
paused to consider whether we should go for- 
ward or backward. We had at one and the 
same time arrived at the knowledge that the 
strong stream was our master, and that, until 
we had attained to some skill in the use of the 
paddles, any progress up stream towards the 
landing place was out of the question. 

"We must get across lower down, Tom," I 
said, " and then walk back." 

"What ! Through the wood, Harry >" 

"Yes, through the wood," 

"No, don't do that, Harry. We shall be 
eaten up alive I Those woods swarm with 
snakes — I know they do. And just look there !" 
he cried, splashing fiercely with his paddle to 
frighten a huge reptile, buttofithout effect ; for 
the great beast came slowly floating down in all 
its native hideousness, its rugged, bark-like 
back and the rough prominences above its eyes 
projecting from the muddy water, one eye peer- 
ing at us with the baleful^ look peculiar to this 
fearful beast. 

The next minute it had passed us, and we 
were once more paddling slowly on, the river 
having swept us quite out of sight of the land- 
ing place. 

But the sights around were so novel that I 
rather enjoyed our passage. In spite of Tom's 
anxiety, every now and then I ceased paddling 
to gaze at some bright plumaged bird flitting 
from tree to tree overhanging the stream. 



330 



THE GOLDEN AftGOSY. 



NUMBER 581. 



Once I made sure that the great bare vine 
which swung; between two boughs must be a 
serpent, till, passing by, we marie out its real 
character. 



CHAPTER VI. 
AMONG TIIK RAPIDS. 

tT last, though, 1 awoke to the fact that it 
was time to be up and doing, for the 
current had swept us round a great bend 
of the river, and below us 1 saw that for 
a wide stretch of quite a couple of miles the 
river was broken up by rapids. Great masses 
of rock thrust their bare heads out of the water 
like river monsters, and round them the muddy 
(ide bubbled, and foamed, and eddied. 

It was plain enough that we were approach- 
ing a dangerous part, and, had not our sense 
warned us of the peril, we had ample warning 
in the increased swiftness and troubled state of 
the stream. I saw at a glance that a boat 
would have but a poor chance of existing 
amongst the rocky way if it should be swept 
there, and I had taken a firm grip of my paddle 
when — . 

" Look, Tom ! " I cried. 

And for a moment our attention was taken 
up by one of those glorious golden green and 
scarlet birds — the Irogons — flitting close by us, 
its emerald crest and gorgeous tail feathers, a 
yard long, flashing in the sun, while its bril- 
liant scarlet breast was for a moment reflected 
in the water. 

" Oh, you beauty 1 " cried Tom. "If I only 
had my old gun ! Hut, I say, Harry, paddle 
away ! " 

Already somewhat more used to the propel- 
lers, we began to force the boat towards the 
opposite bank, hoping to get into an eddy that 
should help us along ; but we had dallied with 
our task, and the stream now ran more swiftly 
than ever. Still we made some progress, and 
were contriving to dip together, when I almost 
let my paddle pass from my hands, for a strange, 
wild cry rang along the surface of the water. 

" What's that ? " I exclaimed, 

Tom was full of consternation, and could not 
answer my question. 

"There it is again !" I exclaimed, excitedly. 
" Why, it was a cry for help. There is some 
one an the river ! " 

"'Then he'd better hold his tongue." said 
Tom, " and not get shouting, or he'll have all 
these crocodiles come rushing at him." 

As he spoke, Tom pointed with his paddle at 
a great uncouth monster some twelve feel long, 
and tremendously thick, which had raised its 
head from the slime in which it wallowed upon 
the edge of the river, and was slowly turning 
; !self, first in one and then in another direction, 
before splashing a little and then shooting itself 
off into deep water with one stroke of its pow- 
erful tail. 

"Ugh, the brutes !" ejaculated Tom. "They'd 
make short work of a fellow if he was thrown 
in for live bait. But, I say, that is some one 
shouting, Harry." 

" Paddle down closer towards the rapids, 
Tom," I said, excitedly. 

Then for a moment we forgot our own dan- 
ger, as with a sharp stroke or two we sent the 
canoe out in full stream, so that it swept down 
swiftly. 

"You're right, Harry, you're right!" said 
Tom, eager now as I was myself. "Look — 
look, there's a canoe upset ! " 

"Paddle away!" I cried. Another shout 
came ringing towards us, just as I obtained a 
good view of what was taking place below. 

"But we shall be over, loo, Harry, if you 
row like that. Lord help them, though, if there 
isn't a girl in the water!" Tom cried, working 
his paddle furiously — an example I had set him. 

Swaying about, the little vessel raced almost 
through the troubled waters, which each mo- 
ment grew more rough, leaping and dancing, 
and threatening at times to splash right into 
our frail boat. 

Our excitement was pardonable, for right in 
front of us, and about two hundred yards down 
the river, there was a sight which made my 
nerves tingle, and the paddle in my hands to 
feel like a straw. 

A canoe of about double the size of our own 
had been overset in the rapids, and, with four 
figures clinging to it, was rapidly floating down 
stream amidst the boiling waters, which leaped 
and seethed round them. 

Now we could see that two of the figures 
were making efforts to turn the canoe ; but it 
was evident that iu the rough water, and with 
the others clinging to it, this was impossible : 
and, strangled and bewildered in the fierce rush, 
they had given up the next minute, and were 
clinging to the vessel's sides. 

Now it was hurried down a rapid with a tre- 
mendous rush, to be tossing '.he next moment 
in the deep below, whirling round and round, 
now half under, now by its buoyancy rising 
again with its clinging freight, to be swept into 
an eddy where the water was comparatively 
calm, but only to be slowly driven back again 
into the swift current hastening down the rocky- 
slope. 

A groan of dismay burst from my breast as 1 
saw the boat dashed against a great black, jag- 
ged mass of rock right in its way. But the 
next instant the party had glided round it, and 
were again being swept downwards, where the 
river was one mass of creamy foam. 

How we went down I cannot tell you, for it 
was due lo no skill on our part ; the wonder is 
that we were not overset a score of times ; but 
somehow, almost miraculously, we seemed to 



avoid rock after rock that was scattered in our 
way, the little canoe bounding along in a mad 
race as we plied our paddles with all the energy 
at our command. 

I have often thought since that our rough ac- 
tion and chance way of running the gauntlet • 
amidst the rocks was the reason of our success, 
where skilled managers of a canoe would have 
come to grief ; but, be that as it may, in a wild, 
exciting race we dashed on and on down the 
gradual watery slope, the noise of many waters 
thundering in our ears, while we forgot our 
own danger in the sight of that incurred by the 
party in the rapids. 

" Go it, Harry ! " Tom roared, mad almost 
with excitement, as he scooped away with his 
paddle. " Who's afraid ? That's a good one ! 
Now again ! Bravo ! " 

We gained upon the upset boat swiftly, when, 
as the clinging party were swept into a tolera- 
bly smooth reach that intervened between a 
fierce race of water and the next dangerous 
spot, I saw one of the men leave the canoe and 
strike boldly out for the shore, followed directly 
after by two more, whose dusky skin proclaimed 
them of Indian blood. 

" Why, only look there — three men and one 
woman 1" cried Tom. " And if they haven't 
gone away and left her ! Paddle away ! Mind, 
sir, or you'll have us over ! We shall soon 
reach her now — mind, steady, for I'm scared to 
death of the crocodiles, and I wouldn't swim as 
they do not for a thousand dollars. That's it, 
only another thirty yards — long strokes and 
steady ones, and — hold on, we're coming 1" 

" Push on, Tom — push on, and save your 
breath," I cried, " for Heaven's sake ! Ah! " 

I could not restrain that cry — it burst from 
my lips, for just at that moment I saw the girl's 
figure, yet clinging to the overturned canoe, 
glide from her hold, as if drawn away by some 
invisible agency down, down, gradually be- 
neath the swift tide. 

" It's one of those crocodiles that's got her !" 
cried Tom, giving vent to the thought that had 
flashed across my brain. "Oh! don't — pray, 
pray don't, Harry !" I heard him shriek. 
" Don't dare to jump in after her !" 

With Tom's voice ringing in my ears, but 
having no more effect than they would have had 
in staying the swifl rush of the rapids, I had in 
one and the same moment recognized the 
drowning face, and, paddle in hand, leaped 
from the frail canoe into the foaming river. 

That was a wild and thrilling moment, when, 
nerving myself to the encounter, I battled 
with the fierce water, trying to put into practice 
every feint and feat that 1 had learned in old 
bathing times at home, when sporting in the 
summer evenings in our little river. 

Speed and skill in swimming seemed unavail- 
ing here, as I felt the waters wreathe round 
me, strangling me, as it were, in a cold em- 
brace ; then seizing me to drag me here, to drag 
me there ; dashing nie against this rock, 
against that, and directly after sending a cold 
chill of horror through every nerve, as a recol- 
lection of the hideous reptiles abounding in the 
river flashed upon me, when I felt myself 
sucked down lower and lower in the vortex of 
some eddy between the rocks. 

It was like dreaming of swimming in some 
horrible nightmare, my every effort being 
checked when I strove to reach the drowning 
girl. Again and again, when just on the point 
of clutching her light garments, I was swept 
away, to begin once more fighting towards her 
with the energy of despair. 

At last, however, my arm was around her, and 
two little hands closed upon my shoulders, 
clinging to me with a. despairing grip, as I 
fought hard to keep on the surface ; but only 
to be swept here and there, helpless as a frag- 
ment of wood, the muddy water the while thun- 
dering in my ears and bubbling angrily at my 
lips. 

Now up, now down — over, and over, and 
over, rolling along a shallow smooth platform 
of rock, and then into deeper water again. I 
began to feel that I was fighting my last fight, 
and that the enemy was too strong. 

Then came a respite, as I was swept into still 
water ; but I was too weak now to take advan- 
tage of it before I was borne into the next 
rapid, foaming to receive me with my helpless 
burden. 

The river was here like a series of long 
rugged steps, with here fierce tumbling walers, 
there a smooth interval, but only to be suc- 
ceeded again and again by broken water, into 
another foaming chaos of which I was rapidly 
swept. 

It was now one wild confusion of struggling 
wave and roaring, foaming surf ; then came a 
dim sense that I was half stunned by a fierce 
blow — that I was growing weaker — that I was 
drowning fast ; and for an instant a pang shot 
through me as I seemed to see vividly a portion 
of my past life, and thought of how hard it was 
to die so young. 

I was again swept into the still water, and 
my arm struck out involuntarily as, my lips 
well above water, I drew in a long breath — a 
long invigorating draught of the breath of life ; 
but my efforts were feeble, and my mind was 
misty and confused, but only for a few mo- 
ments. 

In a flash, as it were of light, the horror of 
my position came upon me, and I gave utter- 
ance to a cry of terror, for suddenly there was 
a fierce rushing swirl in the water. I felt some- 
thing strike me obliquely ; then the light figure 
I had striven so hard to save was almost jerked 
from my arm, and the next instant we were 
koine swiftly along through the water up 



stream and towards the shore. I felt that we 
were being dragged rapidly away by one of the 
ravenous reptiles of the river. 



CHAPTER VII. 

IN THE WOODS. 

*"5*k EATH, we are told, has been met by the 
|(/g)| brave hearted again and again unflinch- 
|gy ingly ; but such a death as was now 
threatening me and the poor girl I was 
trying; to save must have made the stoutest 
blench. For my part a chill of horror seemed 
to pass through every limb, thorough 1)' unnerv- 
ing me, so that my efforts were but feeble as 1 
felt myself sweeping through the water toward 
the bank, where the stream ran swiftly, but 
free of rocks, while its eddies and whirlpools 
showed that there were holes and places worn 
in beneath the banks, to one of which it seemed 
evident the monster was making. 

Suddenly I was galvanized, as it were, back 
into vigorous action by a sound as something 
grazed my shoulder. 

"Now, then, hold fast by the side — hold 
fast ! " was shrieked in my ear as a hand grasped 
mine, guiding it to the edge of the canoe, to 
which 1 clung with renewed energy as we were 
racing through the shallows at a tremendous 
rate. 

Then came a shouting, and a vigorous beat- 
ing of the water with a paddle, a tremendous 
rushing swirl, which nearly overset the canoe, 
and our locomotion was at an end, the vessel 
floating lightly in a deep pool beneath the 
trees. A few strokes of the paddle and the 
prow struck the muddy bank ; and before I 
could recover from the prostration I felt myself 
dragged on to the grass, and my arm roughly 
torn from the girl I had rescued. Then there 
was the muttering of voices, the rustling of the 
undergrowth as a passage was forced through 
it, and we were alone. 

" I'd have said thank you for a good deal less 
than that, if it had been me," said Tom gruffly, 
as he stood gazing after the retreating party. 
" They're a nice lot, Harry — swam off like a set 
of cowards, and left the girl to drown ; and 
when some one else has the pluck to save her, 
they look savage and disappointed, and snatch 
her away just as if they were recovering stolen 
goods." 

My only reply was a shudder, and a minute 
later I pronounced my readiness to proceed. 

" Paddles are both in the boat," said Tom, 
then, as he secured the canoe by its bark rope 
to a tree. "We've got over the river, Harry, 
that's one thing ; but how far we are down be- 
low the landing place I don't know." 

We proved to be much farther below than 1 
thought, enough time elapsing for my clothes 
to get nearly dry in the patches of hot sun we 
passed as we wound our way through the for- 
est. The rushing noise of the river on our right 
guided us in our efforts to keep within range of 
the bank, which we avoided on account of the 
huge beasts we had seen basking there. 

A little more perseverance, though, brought 
us to the track — one that we might have reached 
in a quarter of the time had we known the way. 

A short walk showed us that we were correct, 
for we wenl along the track to the river, so as 
to make sure of this being the path we sought. 
There, on the other side of the stream, was the 
landing place from which we had started, only 
to reach our present position after a roundabout 
eventful journey. 

" All right, Harry — come along," said Tom, 
turning. 

And now, pursuing the track, we found that 
we were gradually mounting a slope, till the 
trees were left behind, and we stood upon an 
eminence looking down upon my uncle's house. 

All that we had seen beautiful before seemed 
to fail before the picture upon which we now 
gazed, where all that was lavish in nature had 
been aided by the hand of man, till the region 
below us blushed in beauty. We were looking 
down upon a lightly built, pleasantly located 
house, with its green shaded windows and great 
vine burdened piazza, gayly painted and, running 
right round the house. 

The place stood in the midst of a grove of 
verdure of the most glorious golden green, rich 
with the great crimson blossoms of what is 
there called madre del cacao— the cocoa's 
mother — tall, regularly planted trees, cultivated 
for the protection and shade they give to the 
plants beneath, great bananas loaded with fruit, 
bright green coffee bushes, and the cocoa with 
its pods, green, yellow, blood red, and purple. 
The roughly erected fences were, so to speak, 
smothered with glorious trumpet blossomed 
convolvuli, whose bright hues were peering ever 
from a bed of heart and spear shaped richly 
green leaves. 

Clear and bright was the sky, and wherever 
the rays of the sun penetrated it was for them 
to fall in a shower of golden arrows, and form 
tracery upon the green carpet beneath the trees^ 
amid whose branches, screaming, chattering, 
climbing, and hanging head downwards, or 
fluttering from bough to bough, were hundreds 
of rainbow hued parrots, beautiful as Nature's 
dyes could paint. 

lied the way, Tom following close behind, 
til! we entered a sort of courtyard surrounding 
the sheds, with men and women busily at work 
at what I afterwards learned was die prepara- 
tion of the cocoa. 

" And you're Harry Grant then, are you ? " 
said a tall, brown skinned man, who was 
pointed out to me as the owner of the place, and 
who, upon my introducing myself, received nie 
with a hearty grip of the hand, " Hang it, my 



lad, it brings old times back to see a face fresh 
from home ! You're your mother's boy plain 
enough. But come in, and welcome, my lad, 
Ihough we have been in a bit of a stew ; my 
girl upset in a canoe and was half drowned ; 
but the gentleman with her saved her. She's 
not much the worse for it, Ihough." 

1 turned round hastily and just in time to 
stop Tom, who was about to blurt out the whole 
affair, for I thought it better to be silent. It 
was rather startling to find that I had probably 
been the means of saving the life of my own 
cousin ; though why the gentleman who was 
with her — whoever he might be — should have 
the credit of what Tom and I had done, I did 
not know. Any way, I was to be beneath the 
same roof, and I thought matters would come 
right in t.ie end. 

My uncle led the way into a cool, half dark- 
ened room, where 1 was introduced to an aunt, 
of whose existence I was not aware, inasmuch 
as she was the lately married widow of a neigh- 
boring planter. Then I heard my uncle say : 

"Not lying down, Lill ? All right again ? 
Glad of it ! Well, this is a cousin for you, and 
I hope you will be good friends." 

I hardly know what I said or did just then ; 
for timidly coming forward out of the shade, 1 
saw the fair vision of the morning, but now 
deadly pale — the maiden whom a couple of 
hours before I had rescued from so horrible a 
death. 

She was dressed in a simple muslin, and her 
long fair hair, yet clammy and damp, was tied 
with a piece of blue ribbon, and hung down her 
shoulders. It was the same sweet face that 
might be seen m many a country home faraway 
in our northern land ; but out there, in that 
tropic country, with its grand scenery and ma- 
jestic vegetation, she seemed to me, in spile of 
her pallor, to be fairy-like and ethereal ; and 
for a while, as I thought of the events of a 
short time before— events in which she was un- 
conscious that I had played a somewhat impor- 
tant part — I was blundering and awkward, and 
unable to say more than a few of the common- 
est words of greeting. 

I have no doubt that they all thought me an 
awkward, clumsy oaf, and I must have looked 
it ; but I was suddenly brought to myself by my 
uncle's voice and the sight of a pair of eyes. 

" Harry," said my uncle, performing the 
ceremony of introduction, "Mr. — (1 beg his 
pardon) Don — Don Pablo Garcia, a neighbor of 
mine — the gentleman who just saved Lilla's 
life. Garcia, my nephew — my sister's son — 
from New England." 

Instinctively I held out my hand, and the 
next moment it was clasping something cold 
and damp and fishlike. A few words in Eng- 
lish passed, but they were muttered mechan- 
ically, and for a few moments we two stood 
looking in each other's eyes, my expression — if it 
was a true index of my heart — being that of 
wonder and distrust. 

I knew in that instant of time that I was gaz- 
ing into the eyes of a deadly enemy — ot a man 
who, for self glorification, had arrogated to 
himself the honor of having saved Lilla's life, 
probably under the impression that we, being 
strangers, were bound down the river, ami 
would never again turn up to contradict him. 
What he had said, how much he had taken upon 
himself, or how much had been laid upon him- 
self through the lying adulations of his Indian 
servants, I do not know ; but I was conscious of 
an intense look of hatred and dislike. 

" The senor and 1 have met before," he said. 
" He helped me to save our woodland flower 
from the river." 

" Indeed ! my dear Harry ! " exclaimed my 
uncle, catching my disengaged hand in his, while 
I dragged the other away from Garcia's cold 
clutch, his eyes fixing mine the while, and seem- 
ing to say, " Be careful, or I'll have your life ! " 

"It was nothing on my part, uncle," I said 
quietly. " Nothing but what any fellow would 
have done." 

The next moment Mrs. Landell, my new 
aunt, had thrown her arms round my neck. 
Formality of greeting was at an end, and, with 
tears in her eyes, she thanked me and welcomed 
me to the hacienda. 

I was longing for the scene to be at an end, 
for I was growing troubled and confused. The 
telltale blood swept into my face, and I blushed 
like a girl ; for Lilla came up, and with the 
color mantling, too, in her pale cheeks, thanked 
me for what I had done. 

It was some few minutes before I was suffi- 
ciently cool and collected to have a good look 
at Garcia, when I found him to be a tall, well 
shaperl, and swarthy young fellow, about five 
years my senior. He was handsome, but there 
was a sinister look about his dark eyes, and, in 
spite of his effeminacy, his lithe limbs betok- 
ened great strength. An instinctive feeling of 
dislike kept growing upon me, although there 
was a pleasant smile, and a display of regular 
white teeth, which he turned upon me every 
time he encountered my eyes. He was easy of 
mien, well dressed, and evidently at home there ; 
while by contrast I was shabby, travel stained 
and awkward. 

My instinctive dislike of the fellow was in- 
creasing every moment we were together. After 
a while he rose, crossed over to Lilla, who was 
seated, took her hand in his, and then, with a 
smiling farewell to all present, he whispered a 
few words to my cousin, gave me a sharp mean- 
ing look from between his half closed eyelids, 
and then his figure darkened for an instant the 
sunshine streaming in at the door, and he was 
gone. 

(Ttt be cuiitiiiiied.) 



AMII. SI, 1888. 



THE GOLDEN ARGOSY. 



331 



SUNSET. 

BY ELEANOR H. ABBOTT. 

Shadows are falling on a glorious day, 

As shadows fall at length on all things fair. 
The chirping sparrow to its nest has flown, 

And life seems like one sweet and silent prayer. 
The western sky is but one mass of gold, 

With streaks of red that soften with the gray. 
It is that gate of heaven open thrown, 

To welcome souls, whose tears have ceased this 
day. 
The golden light is what our crowns shall be ; 

The red, the blood that gained us entrance 
there ; 
The gray, the sorrows that are left without, 

Now quickly fading in the golden glare. 
The music that steals softly o'er the soul, 

Soothing the troubled, agitated breast, 
Is but the echo of the heavenly choir 

Welcoming at eventide the souls at rest. 



I This story commenced in No. 266.] 

THE 

li©SfeS©WMiBe. 

By FRANK H. CONVERSE, 

Author 0/" Fan," " In Southern Seas" " The 
Mystery of a Diamond" etc., etc. 



CHAPTER XLV. 

CONCLUSION. 
^SJ BSOKBED in listening to the ballad 
fej that Miss Doris was singing, Rob 
J/Vl did not hear the newcomer's foot- 
falls on the soft carpet ; nor did his com- 
panion, as her voice rose and fell in sweet 
cadences. 

Drawing his violin from its covering, 
the musician tucked it lovingly under his 
chin. As his ear bent down to the vocal 
wood, the bow suddenly swept lightly 
over the strings in accord with the quaint 
old tune that Doris was playing. 

The young girl sprang from her seat. 

" My dear old music teacher, Mr. De 
Lancy ! " she cried, and Rob felt his 
heart almost stop beating as he rose and 
turned toward the violinist, in whose 
pale, and alas, haggard features he recog- 
nized the counterpart of the picture in 
his pocket. 

'' I recognized your touch in a mo- 
ment." Doris went on delightedly. "Mr. 
Dare, this is Mr. De Lancy, who gave me 
my first piano lessons and taught me to 
sing ' Robin Adair ' with some degree of 
correctness." 

Taking the musician's instrument from 
him with gentle force, she laid it on a 
small center table near Rob, who had 
tremblingly acknowledged the introduc- 
tion. Then she made Mr. De Lancy sit 
down. 

" I heard you playing, my child," he 
said, "and I could not resist stepping in 
a moment to say farewell- -" 

" But Mr. De Lancy," impulsively in- 
terrupted Doris, "you must tell me where 
you have been. this — why, it is almost if 
not quite three years since father lost 
sight of you. And where are you going, 
pray ? " 

"Miss Doris," returned the musician 
sadly, " I have been down in the depths 
of poverty. I have for more than two 
years drifted from city to city earning a 
bare subsistence with my violin. I only 
returned two days ago, drawn here by 
an impulse I could not resist. But it has 
come to naught, and tomorrow I shall 
drift away again — I neither know nor 
care where my footsteps shall take 
me " 

Rob softly reached out and took up 
the violin beside him. And then with a 
voice tremulous with emotion, he began 
singing the words he had heard hun- 
dreds of miles away in the silence of 
night time, accompanying them with the 
strains of the instrument. 

The music teacher started to his feet. 

"Great Heavens!" he exclaimed. 
" You are singing the words I adapted 
to the old tune — a lament for my lost 
boy. jy/iat does it mean ? " 

" It means," said Rob, steadying his 
voice with an effort, " that your lost boy 
is found ! " 

The scene that followed beggars de- 
scription. Doris, who was quite beside 
herself with bewilderment and delight, 
slipped out and left the two together. 
Mr. De Lancy, holding Rob's hand in his 
own, was like one in a dream, as he 
listened to the latter's explanation of 
those points relating to his own identity 
none of which need recapitulation. The 
birthmark on Rob's arm was as convinc- 
ing as the conventional strawberry mark 
of the long lost heir in the play, And as 



Colonel Lamonte remarked the next day, 
" the whole thing, sah, beats anything 
present day fiction has produced." 

So in substance said the dissatisfied 
detective, when Rob paid him an exor- 
bitant fee for his services and dismissed 
him. 

All this happened ten years ago. To- 
day the Bonanza cattle ranch is known 
far and wide as one of the most success- 
of its kind in the State. The dwelling 
itself has been enlarged to meet the ex- 
igencies of the situation. Mr. and Mrs. 
Robin De Lancy, with two or three lovely 
children, are at the head of everything. 
The colonel lives with them as a matter 
of course, and so too does Mr. De Lancy, 
whom the years have touched lightly. A 
happier household — so it occurred to me 
two years ago when I visited them for a 
week — never existed. 

Chip no longer — but Mr. Edward For- 
rest, with his pretty half breed wife, was 
a visitor there for a day or two at the 
same time. He is now a wealthy land 
owner in southern Nevada, and part of 
his business was to consult with Colonel 
Lamonte about selling his wife's shares 
of mining stock once held by Colonel 
Lamonte as "collateral" — they having 
turned out to be very valuable. 

Between Rob and his friend I gathered 
the substance of the story that I have 
with some elaboration and necessary 
change of name and locations, written 
out at length. If it affords one half the 
pleasure to my readers in a revised sha-- « 
that it did to me in its original form I 
shall be well repaid for the time spe^t on 
The Lost Gold Mine. 

the END. 




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E. W. P., Washington, D. C. To make an aeo- 
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Warren Haviland, Albany, N. Y. 1, To re- 
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water is not successful, try a solution of oxalic 
acid. 2. " Prince of Wales" is the title belonging 
to the heir to the British crown. Should the pre- 
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succeeding, the title would devolve upon his eldest 
son, Prince Albert Victor. 

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house. A boat goes every hour, and a sergeant is 
on duty at the Barge Office to direct and assist 
passengers. 

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merly. The fact is the Argosy has made a marked 
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W. G. Ward, Crura. Lynne, Pa. A $25 canoe, for 
a rowboat of equal value. 

R. P. Templin, Nevada, Mo. A pair of 5 lb. In- 
dian clubs, for a pair of 6 to to 10 lb. dumb bells. 

Frank W. Brault, 3 Cottage Place, Lowell, 
Mass. A magic lantern and 12 slides, for a press. 

G. H. Wilson, xn Church St., Saratoga Springs, 
N. Y. " Do and Dare," for " The Buried Treas- 
ure." 

Albert F. Buffum, Cambridgeport, Mass. A pair 
of No. 9 roller skates, for a press, type, or a magic 
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S. I). Salmon, Jr., 162 Summer St,, Somerville, 
Mass. A nickel rimmed banjo, valued at $11, for 



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"Tales from Shakespeare," "Gulliver's Travels," 
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A pair of opera glasses, a spy glass, and a micro- 
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H. E. Shipley, Mendota, 111. A pair of Ameri- 
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all clamp nickel plated roller skates, for a set ot 
boxing gloves, an opera glass or a field glass. 

Louis Henry, Rear 107 Essex St., Chelsea, Mass. 
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games, and a dark lantern, for a pair of opera 
glasses or a volume of The Golden Argosy. 

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and Department stamps, a magic lantern with 50 
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A 2 1-2 in. nickel plated bull's eye lantern, and 
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made by Taubert, of Paris, nearly new, cost $40, 
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" Tragedy of Redmount," and *' Twenty Thou 
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sby'i Popular Series. 

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New York offers only. 

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lis, Minn. A magic lantern with slides, a type- 
writer, a miniature steam engine with boiler, etc., 
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running a turning lathe, or a steam engine and 
boiler of equal power. 



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THE GOLDEN ARGOSY. 



NUMBER 281. 



THE POETS. 

BY ARTHUR o'SHAl'GHNESSY. 

We are the music makers, 

And we are the dreamers of dreams, 
Wandering- by lone sea breakers. 

And sitting by desolate streams ; 
World losers and world forsakers 

On whom the pale moon gleams ; 
Yet we are the movers and shakers 

Of the world forever, it seems 
With wonderful deathless ditties 
We build up the world's great cities, 

And out of a fabulous story 

We fashion an empire's glory ; 
One man with a dream, at pleasure. 

Shall go forth and conquer a crown ; 
And three, with a new song's measure, 

Can trample a kingdom down. 



My Great Grandfather's Story. 

BY CAPTAIN HENRY F. HARRISON. 

Y great grandfather, Paul Stainsforth 
Harrison, was of English descent. 
f^L The Harrisons for almost two centu- 
ries have been seafarers, and my great 
grandfather was acting midshipman on board 
H. M. S. Myopia when he was but eighteen 
years old. 

Part of this story, which is copied from his 
private journal, stil! in possession of our family, 
is a matter of record at the present day, being 
often quoted in connection with authentic ac- 
counts of strange pre- 
sentiments, fulfilment 
of dreams, and the 
like. The remainder 
has never before been 
given to the public. I 
set down the whole in 
my grandfather's 
words, only substitut- 
ing to some extent 
present day language 
for the rather stilted 
style of narration of a 
hundred years ago. 

The frigate was 
then cruising in the 
Bay of Biscay with an 
eye to the capture of 
Spanish merchantmen 
bound to the north- 
ward. We had taken 
but three prizes since 
leaving the English 
Channel, and were 
rather down hearted 
in consequence, as one 
of these was but a 
small brig laden with 
cheap wines, while 
the two others were 
hardly more valuable. 
Being a kinsman of 
Sir Edward Bathurst, 
our commander, he 
was good enough to 
som etimes waive 
quarter deck etiquette 
and address me on 
equal terms. Thus it 
was one night in my 
watch on deck, he 
summoned me to his 
cabin. 

' ' You have been 
stationed near the 
after companionway 
all your watch I think, 
Mr. Harrison ? " he 
asked, and I answered 
in the affirmative. 

" Has any one in that time descended the 
companionway steps ? " 
" No one, Sir Edward." 

"It is passing strange," he said half aloud, 
" and the marine sentry at the entrance of the 
forward cabin gives a like answer." 

Then he took from the table where lay his 
open chart, a parchment sheet on which he had 
been casting up the day's reCKoning. 

" I sat by the table but a few moments ago in 
a drowse," said Sir Edward with unusual ab- 
ruptness, "and it seemed to me that I was 
wakened by the scratching of a quill upon this 
parchment. I looked, and lo, beheld in ink not 
dry the words which you see. Read them." 

So in great amaze I saw in writing such as no 
scrivener might excel, this : 
" Steer west northwest." 
And what seemed most singular to myself, 
was that the writing was in a woman's hand — 
graceful and in long, flowing strokes. 

"Surely, Sir Edward," I ventured to say, 
" there is none on board who could have traced 
these delicate lines even had any one dared ven- 
ture in your private cabin, which under the cir- 
cumstances is impossible." 

To which he fully agreed. And for a mo- 
ment we regarded each other in bewilderment. 

"What weather have we ? "he inquired, after 
a short pause. I told him that the night was 
clear and fine with the wind about S. S. E. — 
the ship then standing a northerly course to 
clear Ushant. 

Sir Edward turned and studied his chart for a 
moment. He was a handsome man — then I 
think in his thirty eighth year — the youngest 
commander in the English navy. 

"Tell the officer of the deck to make the 
course west nor' west till further orders, Mr. 
Harrison," were his words, "and as a favor to 
jrie — keep what you have seen and heard to 



blattered at such a signal mark of confidence, 
I bowed, and hastening on deck made known 
the order to the lieutenant in charge, who looked 
surprised but said nothing. 

The yards were quickly braced round and the 
ship put on the W. N. W. course, while, by 
further orders from Sir Edward, the lookouts 
were doubled and even a man sent aloft forward. 

But nothing was seen until early in the morn- 
ing watch. Then the lookout aloft reported 
something ahead — the distance being too great 
to make out its nature distinctly. He took it to 
be a boat or raft. 

It proved to be the latter, and Sir Edward on 
the high quarter, with a glass at his eye, de- 
clared that two persons were clinging to it. 
Very shortly we were within proper distance 
and the ship was laid to with topsails aback. 

I had never before seen Sir Edward thus dis- 
turbed. He seemed animated by some strange 
spirit of excitement as he gave orders relative to 
lowering the big launch — our two working boats 
having been stove in a gale two days before. 

"Tell then to set the lug sails, Mr. Murch," 
he said to the officer of the day, " the oars will 
hardly move the heavy launch swiftly enough. 
Make all hasle — one of them on the raft is a 
woman / " 

No need now to urge haste to the British 
seamen, so ready to fly to the rescue of a female 
in distress. The launch, put off before the 
wind, swept like a huge bird toward the distant 
raft. We, from the ship's deck, could now dis- 
tinguish the form of a female muffled in wraps, 



sight ' as it is termed. And last night, after 
darkness had settled upon the deep, she fell into 
a trance-like sleep, despite the tumult of the 
sea. It was, as she told me later, as though her 
spirit had left the body and, wafted through 
space, was suddenly transported into the cabin 
of a war ship, where at a table on which was an 
open chart sat a man of noble presence asleep 
in his chair. Vainly Anita sought to wake him, 
and despairing of so doing, she seemed to be- 
think herself of another expedient. With quill 
and ink she wrote on a sheet of parchment 
whereon were certain measurements — ' steer 
west northwest.'' And then her eyes were 
opened to find us two on the raft, buffeted by 
wind and sea. Yet when she had told me 
all, I knew we should be saved." 

You perhaps may imagine the amazement 
with which I listened — being of them all the 
only one who knew why the ship's course had 
been changed. And I lost no time in conveying 
the strange story to my noble kinsman, who I 
need not say marveled greatly. 

But we had no time to speak further. For at 
once the stateroom door opened, admitting to 
the cabin the most wonderfully beautiful young 
woman these eyes have ever seen. She was, as 
I remember her, a little above the average 
height, with a form proportioned like that of 
the heathen goddess Diana, as we see it in 
marble. She had a wondrous abundance of 
chestnut hair, a complexion like lilies and roses, 
scarlet, pouting lips, and eyes of such surprising 
depth and brilliancy that I could readily think 
they might penetrate even futurity it- 
self. 

The colored woman had clad Mis- 
tress Anita in one of the silken robes 
from a cedar chest containing a great 
variety of female 
apparel taken 
with the captured 
brig. And being 




THE LAUNCH SWEPT DOWN TOWARD THE RAFT TO WHICH THE TWO WERE CLINGING. 



seemingly leaning against a chest or box to 
which she was lashed. The man lay crouched 
upon the timbers. Occasionally he waved 
something in his hand. 

It seemed an age before the two, as also the 
chest itself, were transferred from the raft to 
the launch. Then the latter, hauled on the 
wind, came slowly toward us and at length 
reached the gangway steps alongside. 

Strong hands assisted the female, whose face 
and form were quite hidden by a multiplicity of 
wraps, which I noticed were shawls of costly 
texture, though stained and spoiled by sea water. 
And very soon she was in a spare stateroom, at- 
tended by the colored wife of our messroom 
steward. 

The other, who was a remarkable handsome 
youth of some twenty years, seemed not to be 
much the worse for exposure. Being refreshed 
with stimulant and a change of dry apparel, he 
told us what follows : 

The two were twin brother and sister of Eng- 
lish birth, whose parents had taken residence in 
Cadiz, Spain, some years pievious. These had 
died but the year before, whereupon young 
Greyton and his sister, who bore the name 
Anita, resolved to return to England, where they 
had inherited a large family estate in Sussex. 
The ship on which they took passage foundered 
in the gale we ourselves had encountered. The 
cowardly crew took to the boats, leaving their 
two passengers to their fate. Young Greyton 
managed to get together a rude raft, and with 
the chest containing their worldly wealth they 
embarked. For two days they had been thus at 
the mercy of the wind and waves. Then our 
ship had come to their succor. 

"We did not despair," said Greyton, "for 
my sister hath a curious sort of foreknowledge 
at times — inherited it may be from a Scotch 
ancestor renowned for having power of ' second 



young, as well perhaps as susceptible, I hesitate 
not to say that my heart at once passed from my 
keeping. 

Such courtesies as the occasion suggested 
were exchanged, after which I was instructed to 
send the brother in, which I did. Sir Edward 
at once made both welcome, and assured them 
of his intention to soon proceed to Greenwich, 
where they could at once depart for their ances- 
tral estate. 

But man proposes while God disposes. On 
the following day the Myopia was signaled by 
the admiral's frigate to change her course to the 
southward, whither the fleet were to cruise. And 
for some weeks we thus sailed. 

It was then midsummer and the weather like 
the halcyon days of which the ancients wrote. 
Mistress Anita and her brother seemed won- 
drously content with the voyage. And before 
long it was plain that Sir Edward was deeply in 
love with the beautiful woman. 

But his was the nature of the chevalier, with- 
out fear and without reproach. He sought not 
to take advantage of the peculiar situation in 
which his fair captive was placed. Only in look 
and act did his passion manifest itself. 

To see him follow Mistress Anita with his 
eyes as she paced the deck clinging to her 
brother's arm, would tell the story of itself. Or 
as he raptly listened while of moonlight even- 
ings she sang to the accompaniment of a guitar 
belonging to one of the officers. And though 
Sir Edward spoke no word I must fain believe 
that Mistress Anita knew what was passing in 
his mind. Indeed it reauired no power of second 
sight for this. 

Thus far the change of direction in our cruise 
had availed nothing. One or two peaceful 
merchantmen of our own nation we encountered, 
but none of the French or Spanish. 

One morning I was stationed near the after 



skylight, which was open to admit the soft 
breeze that swelled the ship's sails. The voice 
of my kinsman and Mistress Anita came dis- 
tinctly to my ear as they were having discourse 
together in the cabin. 

I meant not to be dishonorable, but curiosity 
got the better of me, by reason of Mistress 
Anita's speech. For she was saying : 

" I know not whence these dreams — if dreams 
they be — come to me thus ; but as I have told 
you, Sir Edward, last night methought I saw a 
large ship deeply laden, bearing the flag of 
Spain, standing a northerly course — yet it may 
be a phantasy of imagination — who shall say ? " 
" It was no phantasy when you dreamed con- 
cerning your rescue," I heard Sir Edward reply 
after a little, " and in any event, having lost 
sight of the flag ship, I had thought of chang- 
ing my course " 

" One thing more," Mistress Anita broke in 
with speech that seemed to hesitate, "methought 
in my vision that if the Myopia encountered the 
deeply laden ship it presaged something of sor- 
row to thyself" 

All at once I bethought myself and withdrew, 
failing to hear Sir Edward's answer. But a mo- 
ment later he came on deck. 

" Make the course west nor'west," he said to 
the sailing master. And those of us who heard 
it looked at each other with significance. JForit 
was the same order which resulted in Mistress 
Anita's rescue. Though I of them all knew its 
origin. 

So the course was changed, and with our 
studding sails hung out on either side, the ship 
made gallant speed before the south eastern 
breeze. And by noon of the next day a sail was 
reported on our larboard bow, which through 
the glass was made out to be a deeply laden ship 
standing to the northward. 

But I grow lengthy for the space admitted in 
my journal. And it is sufficient to say that as 
the strange sail altered her course, we gave 
chase, coming up with 
her at daybreak on 
the following morn- 
ing. 

To our surprise, 
though a lumbering 
merchantman, the 
Spanish colors came 
not down in answer 
to a cannon shot 
across the bow. Sud- 
denly hauling her 
wind the ship bore 
down onus, discharg- 
ing a broadside from 
six pound carronades 
which did consider- 
able execution on our 
deck — some dozen if I 
remember rightly 
being killed and 
wounded. 

Our batteries were 
at once opened, and 
though she gallantly 
returned our fire, our 
superiority of arma- 
ment quickly decided 
the contest. Her fore 
and mizzen fell under 
our fire, while the 
blood poured like 
water from the lee 
scuppers. 

Truly a noble prize 
was the Donna Es- 
merelda, fresh from a 
two years' cruise on 
the Peruvian coast, 
and well might those 
on board make a des- 
perate fight. Six hun- 
dred cases of silver, each of the value of ^500 
sterling, were in the hold. Fifteen hundred oc- 
taves of gold in the run, in addition to plate and 
jewels plundered from Peruvian monasteries. 
Besides silver in crude bars, redwood, cocoa, 
pepper, lead, wool, hides, honey, cochineal, 
gums and spices, with various other products of 
the coast. My own share of prize money at the 
end of the voyage was upward of £1500 from 
this single capture, whose value was said to be 
nearly ;£* 700,000.* 

"Assuredly, fair dreamer of dreams," I heard 
Sir Edward say as, after the traces of the fight 
were effaced from the deck, Mistress Anita ven- 
tured upon the quarter, " assuredly it is joy 
rather than sorrow which your dream has 
brought me." 

But the lady answered not. And standing 
near her, I saw that her wonderful eyes were 
steadily fixed upon the captain of the prize, who 
had been conveyed to our ship. 

All at once I heard Anita cry " Eduardo 1" 
and the young captain sprang to her side just in 
time to receive her fainting form. 

It soon came out that Eduardo was Mistress 
Anita's betrothed. The parents of young Grey- 
ton had opposed the match in their lifetime, 
whereat the lovers were separated, though avow- 
ing eternal constancy. Nor had they met until 
the strange encounter on board the Myopia. 

My kinsman, noble gentleman that he was, 
made no sign of his grievous heart wound. And 
two days later we signaled an English merchant 
vessel bound for London, whose captain agreed 
to convey young Greyton, Mistress Anita and 
her betrothed thither. When Sir Edward bade 
them adieu, he only said ; 

"Farewell, dear lady, may thy future life be 
happy with him thou hast chosen." 

*Fact. 



APRIL 21, 1888. 



THE GOLDEN ARGOSY, 



333 



THE AWAKENING. 

BY NELLIE J, HOLCOMBE. 

Methought I saw the lair Spring stand 
Beside the Brook with outstretched hand, 
11 Oh, Brook." she cried, " look up to me. 
My sunshine here shall set you free." 
The Brook gazed through its prison bar 
Of ice and snow, where glimmering far 
The first warm rays of sunlight broke 
And all the sleeping world awoke. 
A rippling smile crept o'er its face ; 
It trembling lay ; a glow, a trace, 
A thought of happy summers fled 
Aroused it from its wintry bed. 
One breath it took, then rose up strong, 
"With gurgling, rushing, happy song : 
Broke through the ice, and, flowing free, 
Soon lost itself in a summer sea. 



[This story commenced in No. 278..! 

THE 

GaskeUofeDiamonds; 

OR, 

HOPE EVERTON'S INHERITANCE. 

BY GAYLE WINTEUTON. 



CHAPTER XII. 

THE GUARDIAN OF THE STORE. 

WHILE Rowly was taking the steps 
to secure his freedom from the 
straps that bound him, the two 
burglars were busily at work at the safe, 
which was on one side, near the middle 
of the long store. They were so 
grossed in their occupation that they did 
not give a thought to the prisoner they 
had secured, for no one could have sus- 
pected that Rowly had any chance against 
the Strong straps that bound him hand 
and foot. 

Set in the top of the low counter where 
the bundles were 
tied up was a knife 
blade, with which 
the twine was cut 
off. The young 
clerk thought of it 
because he had 
been required to 
sharpen it in the 
afternoon. The 
blade was fixed 
perpendicularly on 
the top board of 
the counter, and 
quite near the edge 
of it. 

With his hand 
fastened behind 
him, it was not an 
easy thing for the 
prisoner to get 
upon his feet, 
which it was neces- 
sary to do in order 
to put his plan in 
execution. He had 
crawled on his 
back, like a snake, 
by hitching along 
on the floor, mak- 
i n g only a few 
inches at each 
movement, but he 
reached his desti- 
nation after long 
and hard work. 

After resting 
himself for a few 
minutes, for he 
was quite out of 
breath from his 
exertions, he 
placed the back of 
his head against 
the frame of the 
counter, working 
as he had before, 
though in an upright direction. 

Every few minutes he paused to get 
his breath, and to assure himself 
that the burglars were not observing 
him ; but they still confined their attention 
to the safe, and he could hear a sound as 
of a drill working into iron or steel. 

As soon as he could get his fettered 
hands on the top of the counter, his task 
became easier, and he was soon on his 
feet, with his back to the knife. 

He was facing the operators at the safe 
then, but they had put out the gas light 
nearest to them, so that no curious police- 
man, if he looked in at the glass door, 
could see them, and the prisoner could 
only distinguish their dark forms. 

Rowly felt the knife with his hands ; 
but he found it a very difficult matter to 
insert the bfade between his wrist and 
the strap without cutting himself. 

By changing the position of his body 



several times, he at last accomplished his 
purpose, and then began to move his 
hands up and down, so that the knife 
would sever the leather. When the blade 
was in the right position to do its work, 
the rest was easily accomplished, for he 
had done his work faithfully in the after- 
noon, and the blade was as keen on the 
edge as a mechanic's tool. 

With a feeling of exultation which al- 
most drew an exclamation from him, he 
felt the strap loosen on his wrists, and 
realized that he again had the use of his 
hands. 

But Rowly was a prudent young man, 
as we have before declared, and he 
avoided any injudicious action, but 
settled down on the floor again so that 
the lights near him should not reveal his 
position to the burglars. 

Naturally his next movement was to 
remove the strap from his ankles, and 
then he shook his legs to overcome the 
numbness his close confinement had pro- 
duced in them. 

Thus far he had confined his reflections 
to the subject of freeing himself from 
his bonds, for he could do nothing with- 
out the use of his hands and feet. But 



that he would not have left the store even ■ 
if Mr. Brillyant's wife or daughter had 
required him to do so ; and he judged 
the ancient clerk by his own standard of 
duty. 

If the burglars discovered that he had 
removed the straps, they would do their 
work better next time, and secure him 
so that he could not move, if they did 
not take his life, as they certainly would 
do if their own safety demanded such an 
act. 

It did not take Rowly long to mature 




REACHING UP, 



ROWLY PRESSED THE BUTTON OF THE 
ELECTRIC BELL. 



he was free now, and he began to con- 
sider what he should do next. He won- 
dered that Mr. Amlock did not return, 
for the time to which he had limited his 
absence had expired at least an hour be- 
fore, and perhaps it was two hours. 

Rowly knew that the safe was an old 
fashioned one, and that the firm did not 
rely so much upon it for the safety of 
their property as they did upon the 
watch they kept up in the store, with the 
connection by wire with the precinct of- 
fice. He did not believe that the oper- 
ators would find it a very difficult job to 
get to the interior of the safe, though he 
could not see in what manner they in- 
tended to effect their object. 

He felt that the safety of hundreds of 
thousands of dollars of property de- 
pended upon him alone, for Mr. Amlock 
had been faithless to his trust as Rowly 
viewed the matter. He was very sure 



his plan of action, and the first 
thing he did was to remove his 
shoes so that he could carry out 
his plan without noise. Hisscheme 
was not an elaborate one, and it 
did not include meddling with the 
operators at the safe himself, for 
he was not in favor of doing "a 
big thing" at the risk of his own 
safety. 

He had considered the idea of 
getting possession of the two re- 
volvers in the drawer, and blazing 
away at the burglars ; but he was 
not skilled in the use of the 
weapon, and Blooks might be 
armed, if Silky was not. A fail- 
ure in this brilliant method of 
settling the problem, brought 
about by being shot in his attempt 
to shoot the burglars, would leave 
him nothing to hope for, and place 
the vast property in the store at 
the mercy of the operators. 
He preferred the less brilliant means 
of resorting to the electric bell ; but even 
then the officers could not get into the 
store except by breaking down the front 
door, which would give the burglars time 
to escape, unless the policemen had the 
forethought to go to the back street, and 
come in by the opening Silky and his 
associate had made at the window. 

On his hands and knees, he com- 
menced his progress towards the electric 
bell, which was located about opposite 
the safe where the burglars were at 
work. He moved as noiselessly as though 
he was gliding through the air, and the 
gloom the villains had created in this 
part of the store favored him. 

He reached his destination without 
being observed, and reaching up, he 
pressed the button, keeping his finger 
on it for a considerable time, so as to 
produce a continuous clatter of the bell 



at the police precinct for at least a full 
minute. 

The pressure made no noise in the 
store, and the men at the safe were not 
disturbed in their occupation. Rowly 
looked and listened with all his might, 
but they did not intermit their labor. 

The next step of the guardian of the 
store was to reach a position near the 
front door, so that he could unlock it for 
the admission of the officers. 

As he reached the vicinity of the safe, 
he moved in greater safety, hurrying as 
much as. he dared, 
for he feared the of- 
ficers would reach 
the door, and make 
a noise which would 
cause the burglars to 
retreat and retire by 
the window in the 
rear. 

It was a difficult 
matter to unlock the 
door and shove back 
the big bolts without 
making any noise. 
Rowly worked as 
though his life de- 
pended upon his skill 
and discretion, as 
perhaps it did. 

Taking off his coat, 
he pressed the gar- 
ment against the 
enormous lock as he 
slowly and anxiously 
turned the key. He 
SSgsr" found that the muf- 

'SS° fling of the lock was 

• a decided success, 
for he heard but a 
slight snap when the 
great bolts went back 
from the socket on the door post. 

Another lock was then disposed of in 
the same way, and so were the two huge 
bolts ; but the officers had not yet arrived, 
or if they had, they had gone to the back 
door which was the most likely place for 
a break. The door was unfastened, and 
there was nothing to prevent the guar- 
dians of the night from coming in as 
soon as they arrived. 

But the young watchman did not feei 
quite safe, for the burglars might take it 
into their heads to make a tour of the 
store to satisfy themselves that they were 
not likely to be interrupted when they 
came to the finish of the job. 

Crawling to the drawer, near the front 
of the store, he took one of the revolvers 
and placed it in his hip pocket. Thus 
prepared for the worst, he returned to 
the front door to await the arrival of 
help. 



CHAPTER XIII. 

THE HIGH WINDOW IN THE REAR. 

HILE he stood with his hand on 

the Broadway door, Rowly felt 

perfectly safe, for he could rush 

out into the street on the appearance of 

danger. 

The guardian of the store thought he 
had waited half an hour for the coining 
of the officers, though the time was really 
hardly more than five minutes, for 
seconds of anxiety lengthen themselves 
out into minutes. 

Then in his impatience he began to 
wonder if the electric wire was in work- 
ing order, for it had been recently put in, 
and had never been tested by actual use 
in any emergency. 

His heart seemed to come up into his 
throat when he thought of the possibility 
that the confederate traitor in the employ 
of the firm had disabled this means of 
calling in assistance. 

It was time something was done, for 
the operators at the safe might finish 
their work at any minute, and secure 
their booty before the appearance of the 
officers. 

But there were policemen in the. street, 
and one had been known to be in the 
place where he was most needed. It was 
a risky step to take, but Rowly decided 
to open the door and go in search of as- 
sistance. 

With the same care that he had used in 
moving the bolts and unlocking the door, 
he opened it just wide enough to admit 
the passage of his body, and slipped out. 
Closing the door as carefully as he had 
opened it, he stood in the doorway a 
moment to decide what he should do 
next. 



334 



THE GOLDEN ARGOSY. 



NUMBER 281. 



At this moment he saw a man alight 
from a horse car in the street, and move 
with uncertain step towards him ; and by 
the light of a neighboring street lamp he 
recognized Mr. Amlock. But what was 
the matter with him ? Was he intoxi- 
cated ? He certainly reeled, though he 
did not act altogether like a man who 
was tipsy. When he came upon the side- 
walk he seemed to stiffen up his frame, 
and walked to the door, where he imme- 
diately discovered his associite. 

" Is that you, Rowly?"he asked, in a 
feeble, rather than a maudlin tone. 

"Of course it is; and that's you, Mr. 
Amlock," replied Rowly. " What is the 
matter with you ? Have you been drink- 
ing?" 

"Drinking? You know that I never 
drink, Rowly," replied the senior, trying 
to brace himself up so as to appear like a 
man, though he was not one at that mo- 
ment. 

" What makes you reel, then ? " 

" 1 don't know ; something ails me, 
but I don't know what it is. I feel very 
sleepy, and I can hardly keep my eyes 
open," stammered Mr. Amlock. "I will 
go into the store and lie down." 

" Not yet if you please," interposed 
Rowly, as he placed himself firmly against 
the door. 

"Why not?" asked the sesior, in a 
tone and with a manner which indicated 
that he was more than half stupefied. 

" Because the burglars are at work in 
the store, and I am waiting for assist- 
ance to come from the precinct office," 
replied Rowly. " I think you had better 
go home, for you don't know what you 
are about, whatever may be the cause 
of it." 

"Burglars in the store! Then I am 
ruined!" groaned the unhappy man, 
rousing himself from his lethargy. 

" I shouldn't wonder," added the faith- 
ful guardian of the store, who hardly 
pitied his associate after his neglect of 
duty. " But here are my men ; and I 
never was more glad to see my mother." 

Two stout officers presented themselves 
at this moment ; but they were not out 
of breath, and did not seem to have hur- 
ried themselves to answer the summons 
'of the bell. 

"What is the row here ?" asked one 
of them, in a matter of fact tone, not at 
all in keeping with the inner excitement 
of Rowly. 

" Matter enough, I should say. I 
thought you were never coming," added 
Rowly. 

" We had to get up and dress ourselves, 
and it isn't more than five minutes since 
the alarm was given at the office," replied 
one of them. 

" Why don't you tell us at once what 
the trouble is?" said the other, who did 
not seem to be pleased with the young 
man's implied criticism. 

" There are two burglars in the store 
at work on the safe, and they must have 
a hole in it by this time," replied Rowly, 
in a rather excited tone. 

"Show us where they are," said one 
of the officers, taking the matter very 
coolly. 

"The door is unfastened, and the safe 
where they are at work is on the right of 
the store, about half way to the rear. 
But I wish you would wait a few minutes 
before you go in, for I want to go to the 
rear and prevent them from coming out, 
as they will try to as soon as they see 
you." 

" You are nothing but a chicken, and 
do vou expect to head them off?" asked 
Stiles, the good natured officer. 

" I think I can fix things there so that 
they cannot get out the way they got in," 
replied Rowly, confidently. 

" I will go to the rear door, and go in 
that way while you go in at this door, 
Stiles," said Snawly, the ill natured 
officer. " I don't want any fooling with 
a boy." 

"Then they will get out at the front 
door," suggested Rowly, as inoffensively 
as he could. 

" I think the boy is right," added 
Stiles. " How did the breakers get in, 
my lad?" 

' By a ladder in a window near the 
ceiling." 

" Then they left the ladder within 
reach, so that they could use it to get 
out with ; and the boy can take it out of 
the way as well as a man that weighs two 
hundred, : reasoned Stiles ; and Snawly 
yielded to the argument. 



As Rowly abandoned his place with his 
back to the door, Mr. Amlock, who did 
not seem to comprehend what had been 
said, made a move to go in at the door. 

" Don't let him go in, if you please," 
interposed the faithful guardian. "He 
doesn't know what he is about and he 
will be in your way." 

Stiles shoved him one side and put his 
broad back against the door. The sen- 
ior clerk seemed more overcome than on 
his arrival, and he seated himself on the 
doorstep, apparently unconscious of the 
presence of Rowly and the officers. 

" I think you can slip in at the door, as 
I came out, without disturbing the bur- 
glars," suggested Rowly, as he hurried 
around to the back street. 

When he reached the rear door, he 
found the ladder lying on the narrow 
sidewalk, where it could be of no possi- 
ble use to the burglars up twelve feet or 
more above it. 

It looked as though Blooks, who had 
been the last to enter at the window, had 
thrown it down that it might not attract 
the attention of the possible passer by. 

As the young clerk was about to raise 
it, he put his hand on a small cord, 
which he found led up to the window ; 
and then he understood the precaution 
which Blooks had taken. The other end 
of the cord was made fast to the win- 
dow, so that the ladder could be raised 
when it should be wanted. 

There was as yet nothing to indicate 
that the officers had moved on the rob- 
bers, and they seemed to be giving them 
a long time to perform their part of the 
work. 

Rowly was too curious and anxious to 
wait long without a sight of the interior 
of the store, and he raised the ladder to 
the former position. He ascended to the 
window, and found that all was still 
within. He could not see the officers or 
the burglars. Then, reaching down, he 
got hold of the ladder on the inside of 
the store, and very carefully drew it up, 
dropping the end of it on the sidewalk 
in the rear street. 

Still the officers did not pounce on their 
prey, and Rowly devoted himself to an 
examination of the window. There was 
light enough for him to see that the 
screws must have been removed from 
the stops which held the window sash in 
place. The pieces of wood were all 
there, and it was simply impossible for a 
person on the outside to take them out, 
as the glass in the sash had not been cut 
or broken. 

The report of a pistol assured him the 
officers had advanced on the burglars. 



CHAPTER XIV. 

AN IMPORTANT DISCOVERY. 

IS) OWLY saw the flash of the pistol in 
pjf the comparative gloom of the mid- 
*®\ die of the store, and he judged 
that the shot was fired by one of the bur- 
glars. A moment later he saw the two 
operators leap over the counter, and rush 
towards the window by which they had 
entered. The observer was glad that he 
had removed the ladder. 

The officers had gone behind the coun- 
ter in their approach to the scene of op- 
erations, and both of them were too 
heavy to follow the rapid movements of 
Silky and his companion. 

" The ladder is gone ! " exclaimed the 
former, in his dismay. " Make for the 
front door, Blooks." 

Silky led the way, and dodged in be- 
hind the short counter on the other side 
of the store. Rowly wondered if Stiles, 
who seemed to be the leading man of 
the pair of officers, had secured the door 
when he entered. 

Rowly did not wait to observe the pro- 
ceedings any farther ; but he thought he 
could have managed the arrest of the 
burglars much better than it had been 
done. 

He descended the ladder with all pos- 
sible haste, removing it from the open 
window, and rushing with all his might 
around to the front of the store. He 
reached his destination just in season to 
see both of the burglars issue from the 
door, and dart off at top speed. 

" Stop thief ! Stop thief ! " he shouted 
with all his might, as he gave chase to 
the two men. 

The burglars turned into the first side 
street they came to, and Rowly followed, 
shouting his warning notes as he pro- 
ceeded. 



" Stop thief ! Stop thief ! " cried Silky, 
taking up the refrain, and his example 
was imitated by Blooks. 

Suddenly both of the burglars wheeled 
about, and began to run towards Rowly, 
who was rather startled at this movement 
on their part, for he concluded that they 
intended to assault him. 

As we have several times suggested 
before, Rowly was a prudent young man, 
and he did not at all like this phase in the 
drama, for it was now nearly or quite 
midnight, and there were very few peo- 
ple in tbe street. 

He could not hope to contend success- 
fully against two full grown men, and 
he could do nothing but run away. 
Coming about, he started off in the direc- 
tion he had come at his best speed ; and 
the villains followed him. 

Before he could reach Broadway 
again, a man stepped out of a doorway 
where he had evidently laid in wait for 
him, and seized him by the collar. The 
victim of Silky's trick could not tell 
whether his captor was a policeman or 
not, but he handled him very roughly. 

"What are you about?" demanded 
Rowly, indignantly. "Let me alone !" 

" That's the fellow ; are you a police- 
man?" asked Silky, coming up at this 
stage of the proceedings. 

" No ; I'm a private watchman," re- 
plied the man, still clutching his victim. 

" Hold on to him, and don't let him go. 
and we will send an officer in a couple 
of minutes," added Silky, as he resumed 
his hurried flight. 

"Those men are the ones who broke 
into Brillyant & Co's store," gasped 
Rowly, as soon as he could recover his 
breath from the shaking the man gave 
him. 

" But they say you are a thief," replied 
the private watchman, puzzled over the 
conflicting stories. 

"If you don't believe me, take me to 
the store, for there are two officers there 
that Icalled in," pleaded the young clerk, 
who was almost upset by the turning of 
the tables upon him by the burglar. 

"That is an easy thing to do, for the 
store is close by," added the man, as he 
led his prisoner in that direction. 

" That was an ugly trick they played 
on me, for I was chasing them, and first 
cried out ' Stop thief,' ' added Rowly. 

"We shall soon know all about it," 
said the watchman. " What is your 
name ?" 

" Rowland Parkway ; and I am a clerk 
in the store of Brillyant & Co." 

" Is that so ? " But the man did not 
relax his hold on his prisoner. 

A walk of a few minutes more brought 
them to the store, where they found the 
two officers standing at the door. 

" What's the . matter, my spring 
chicken?" demanded Snawly, who was 
the first to recognize the clerk. 

' ' Where have you been, my lad ? asked 
Stiles, almost in the same breath. " We 
wanted you to look out for the store so 
that we could run down the burglars." 

" Then you know this young fellow ! " 
added the private watchman, releasing 
his hold on his prisoner. 

"We found him in this store, and he 
let us in from the inside, so that I sup- 
pose he belongs here," replied Stiles ; 
and Rowly found himself set right at' 
once. The watchman told his story, and 
laughed at the trick Silky had put upon 
him. 

" I am sorry you did not take one of 
the two men," added Stiles. " It looks 
as though we had lost them now. We 
will go in and see what they have done." 

The watchman made a mild apology 
for the mistake he had made, and went 
his way to look out for the property in 
his charge. Stiles led the way into the 
store, and Rowly secured all the locks as 
soon as they were inside. 

Mr. Amlock had seated himself n a 
chair near the door, and he had gone to 
sleep in the most uncomfortable position 
into which he could twist himself. 

"Who is this man?" asked Stiles. 
" You let him into the store as though 
he belonged here." 

" He does belong here, and he is the 
senior clerk in the establishment," re- 
plied Rowly. " He and I were on watch 
for the night." 

" What is the matter with him ? Has 
he been drinking?" inquired Snawly. as 
he gave the sleeper a rude shake which 
would have roused anv one from an 
ordinary slumber, 



" He said he had drunk nothing, and 
it is understood in the store that he never 
drinks anything. A woman screamed 
just outside of the door, and he let her 
in when he did me." 

" What did she scream for ? " 

" She said a man had caught hold of 
her as she came out of the office where she 
works. Then she said she was the sister 
of Mr. Van Zandt, the junior partner of 
the firm, and Mr. Amlock went to see her 
home ; but I know from what I heard 
one of the burglars say, that it was all a 
trick to get him out of the store while 
they committed the robbery." 

" How old should you think the woman 
was?" asked Stiles. 

" About thirty, I should say," answered 
Rowly, who had formed this opinion be- 
fore, though a woman's age is a rather 
uncertain thing to estimate. 

" Was she good looking ? " 

" I thought she was ; but perhaps I am 
not a good judge," replied the clerk with 
a laugh. 

" I'll bet all my old boots that Kidd 
Ashbank had a finger in this pie!" ex- 
claimed Stiles. " That woman is his wife, 
and she helps him out with his breaks, as 
she did in this instance. She lives like a 
lady, and I have no doubt she took this 
sleepy fellow into her parlor, and gave 
him a glass of lemonade, with a dose of 
morphine, or something of that sort ; and 
that is what is the matter with him just 
now." 

Rowly asked some questions about the 
husband of the siren, and came to the 
conclusion that it was Blooks, for Silky 
did not fit the description of him at all. 

Stiles and the other officer carried the 
ancient clerk to the bed under the counter 
provided for the watch, and left him in 
a more comfortable position than he had 
chosen for himself. 

Then they examined the store, and 
especially the safe where the burglars 
had been at work for a couple of hours. 
They had bored a hole through the door 
of the safe, ready for an explosion, when 
they were interrupted by the advance of 
the officers. 

The officers remained in the store till 
morning, and when all was quiet, Rowly 
brought out the boots he had found in 
the back street, and compared the nails 
in the heels with the impression on the 
paper. 

He had not expected to make such a 
discovery, but the positions of the nails 
corresponded exactly in every respect 
with the paper. 

(To be continued.) 



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CKNTCR1ES OK TELEPHONING. 

Solomon was indeed a prophet as well as a 
wise man when he declared that there was noth- 
ing new under the sun. 

We were told years ago that gunpowder and 
printing were known to the Chinese away back 
in the remote ages, and now comes the Daily 
Graphic with the assertion that the priests of 
India have had telephones in their temples for 
two thousand years. 

Its authority is a well known New Yorker, 
lately returned from a two years' stay in the 
land of jungles. 

" I was in a town called Pary," he says, "and 
while there became acquainted with an English 
officer named Harrington, who was a prime 
favorite with the natives because on one occa- 
sion he had saved a priest from drowning. 

" There are two temples in the village about 
a mile apart. In the interior and on the ground 
floor of each is a small circular structure, which 
is guarded day and night from the natives as 
well as from strangers and is supposed to be the 
abiding place of the 'governing spirit,' but in 
reality is the terminus of the telephone line 
which is laid underground from one building to 
the other. 

" The superstitious natives regarded this little 
structure with the greatest awe and reverence, 
because they had seen demonstrated before their 
eyes — or rather ears — the power of this spirit 
to communicate with the other temple. They 
were required to make their offering in one 
building, and make known their wishes and de- 
sires. Then immediately repairing to the sec- 
ond temple they would be informed of all they 
had said and done, although neither priest had 
left his post. This was regarded as a demon- 
stration of the power of the spirit. 

"We were unable to determine the compo-- 
sition of the wire that connected the two build- 
ings. It was some kind of metal, but neither 
steel, copper nor brass, although it closely re- 
sembled the latter. The transmitter was of 
wood and about the size of the head of a flour 



APRIL 21, 1888. 



THE GOLDEN ARGOSY. 



335 



barrel, and to establish connection, instead of 
ringing a bell, the person wishing to attract at- 
tention at the other end stood close to the curi- 
ous looking thing and shouted, ' Ooey ! ooey ! 
ooey ! ' 

11 This was answered by a similar shout, 
which while faint was distinct and could be heard 
two feet away. 

" We learned that the telephone that we saw 
had been in use for thirty years. The priests 
were very old men, and they remembered that 
the line of communication had been renewed 
only once during their incumbency. 

,( They showed us the remains of worm eaten 

transmitters and wooden conduits that must 

have been hundreds of years old. They claimed 

that the system had been in existence since the 

creation, and laughed at us when we told them 

that the same principle had only been applied in 

Kngland and America within the last dozen 

years." 

4. ♦♦ 

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any others. A clerk from Philadelphia, for in- 
stance, it is expected, will influence a large number 
of people from the Quaker City to stop at the 
hotel which employs him, whereas a New York 
clerk will not possess such an influence. 
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STAMPS. Larse.it Stock at lowest prices on approval. 
Sheets. Agents wanted. T. C. Bacon, Middle-town, Ct. 



WANTED A few Boys and Girls in each place to do 
lierht writing. Enclose stamp for 50-page book of 
particulars to J. II. WOODBURY, Albany, N, Y. 



t)C White Dove Hidden Name Card Samples and IOO 
<i*J New Scrap Pictures 5e. S. M. Foote, iVorthford/Ot, 



CATiTTI fi.nT.Tl and Rolled Gold Kings, Jewelry, 

KJ\JXJXX> \J\JJJJJ NoveltieS,&C.,ABSOLUTELYFRBE. 

Send 2c. stamp for particulars. Aetna Co. North ford. Conn. 



20 



New Hidden Name Cards, 10c. 100 Album Verses. 
100 Popular Sonus and Aeent's Outfit FREE witii 
every order. ROYALCARD CO., Northlord, Conn 



fj 1 I BBKR STAMP of YOUR NAME and Indelible Ink 
IIUU p4u 15c. Name and address st'p 25c. postpaid. 
Send silver. Write plain. J, A. HUNT. Bingiiamton, N.V. 



180 SILK FRINGE, Hidden Nams.Chromo.KscorlA 
Fnn Card., Games, Verses, Songs, Sc-rap Pictures, Agt's 
Outfit 4 RiiiB. 10c. BLAKE 4 CO., Mootowese, Conn. 



FREE®^ €HJH.nm . i i . aBEfes> 

1 2 Souvenir name cards, Great 1 3 Puzzle, A <*t's Sample Book 1 Stone 
Ring.andPencil.allfor lOc. E. H.PARDEE, New Haven, C<ran. 



BIG PROFITS' SmilU a^cle sells for 10c. Every JTe- 

' clianic will 'my it. One man in one city 

sold 76cloz.iT. 2 months. Mail lUc.l'or sample and circulars. 

C. D. GOODWiS & Co., P. O. Box C 916, New Haven, Conn. 



1 Scarf or Lace Pin, 1 Stone Ring, 1 Chas- 
ed Band Ring, 275 Scrap Pictures & Ter- 
pen, & Eleearit Samples, lOc. F Austin, 
New Haven, Ct. 
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That Tired Feeling 

The warm weather has a debilitating effect, 
especially upon those who are within doors most 
of the time. The peculiar, yet common, com- 
plaint known as " that tired feeling," is the 
result. This feeling can be entirely overcome by 
taking Hood's Sarsaparilla, which gives new life 
and strength to all the functions of the body. 

"I could not sleep; had no appetite. I took 
Hood's Sarsaparilla and soon began to sleep 
soundly; could get up without that tired and 
languid feeling; and my appetite improved." 
R. A. Sanpord, Kent, Ohio. 

Hood's Sarsaparilla 

Sold by all druggists. $1 ; six for $5. Made 
only by C. I. HOOD & CO., Lowell, Mass. 

IOO Doses One Dollar 



SCOTT'S 

EMULSION 

OF PURE COD LIVER OIL 

and HY POPHOS PHITES 

Almost as Palatabl e as Milk. 

Containing the stimulating properties of the 
Hgpophosphitcs combined with the fattening 
and Strengthening qualities of Cod Liver Oil, 
the potency of both being largely increased. 

A Remedy for Consumption. 

For Wasting in Children. 

Tor Scrofulous Affections. 

For Anaemia and Debility. 

For Coughs, Colds & Throat Affections. 

In fact, ALL diseases where there is an in- 
flammation of the Throat and Lungs, a 
WASTING OF THE FLESH, and a WANT 
OF NERVE POWER, nothing in the world 
equals this palatable Emulsion. 

SOLD BY ALL DRUGGISTS. 



YlVQT>Tr"PQT A " 8 Nature, Onuses. 
U X OX SliC O LJ\. Prevention and Cure, 

beinir the experience of an actual sullerer, by John H. 
MCALvip. Lowell, Mass., 14 years Tux Collector. Sent 
free to any adilress. 
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CANDY 



Send $1.25, $2.10. or $3.30 for a box of 
extra fine Candy, prepaid by express 
east of Denvei and west of New York. 
Suitable for presents. 

C. F. (SUNTHEft. Confectioner, Chicago, 
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WA "KPFTTT^ Atl acr 'i ve Man 01 ' Woman in every 
All XJhU county to sell our goods. Salar'v 
$75 per Month and Expenses. Canvassing Outfit 
and Particulars prbe. STANDARD SILVER- 
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A DDU SAMPLE 

f-\r\r\riTRrATMENT 



[So great i 3 our faith we can cure you, dear I 
(sufferer, we will mail enough to convince , m !■ 
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BOO Imp'd German Pictures, Puzzles, Songs 
^Transfer Pictures, 16p. Sample Book of Silk 
^FringeCards&Solid 18k. Rolled Gold Ringv 

all for 10c. Bird Card Co., Meriden, Coda, 



"iMULwmmrm^*-^ «mw ivo, xiira vara u>., menaen. Uonn 

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ww 



AndSTEREOPTICpNS, all prices. Views illustrat- 
ing every etmject for PUBLIC EXHIBITIONS, etc. 

DJ* A profitable biisiness for a man with tmall capital. Also 
Lanterns for Home Amusement. 152 page Catalogue free* 

MCALLISTER, Opticiu, 49 Nassau St., N. Y. 

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II I CDCCI New Book of Faneywork, 50 Designs for 
LL rnCC; Knitting and Crocheting; 150 New Crazy 
Stitches, 1 Beautiful Japanese Tray Mat, allwith ourpaper 
3 months on trial 10 cts. THE HOME, Boston , Mass* 



tBF^vE- Falcon Penco.,^?™"''??''^ 

^STHMP* 251 BROADWAY NEW YORKt WEV * JIntIJ 



AGENTS COIN MONEy SELLING THESE PENS. WRITE FOR PARTICULARS* 

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Crand Offer! No Catch! 

20 Silk Fringe Cards, New A Elegant Samples for 1888 & 
our Great Offer to Agents, all for 10c. AVe give encli lioy a 
False Mustache and eacli girl a King, FREE with each 
order. NORTH HAVEN' OARD CO., North Haven, Conn. 
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Beautiful New Upright Piano, 
Eosewood Case, only $165. New 
Organs, only S31. Greatest Bar- 
gains Ever Offered. Est. S8 Tears. 
GEM PIANO & ORGAN CO. 
Washington. N. J., U. S. A. 
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Pen, Pencil and Rubber Stamp. 




'..^ 



four name on this useful article for 
marking linen, books, cards, etc., 35c. 
Agents niake money as they sell on sight. 
Eagle Stamp Works, New Haven, Conn. 
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co i D - Take YourChoice o° LP - 

. For lOc. we will send you S&O^H 
Games, Songs and Fam:y Picture?. {PR 
A pent's Sample Book of 80 Latest^^ 
ityle Visiting Cards, 1 game Authors 
md 1 Popular Book with Grand Premium 
'I-.i»t of "Watclies, Rings, <fec. 
Ivy Card Co., Clintonville. Conn. 
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"> PISO'S CURE FOR 



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CURES WHERE ALL ELSE FAILS. 

Best Cough Syrup. Tastes good. Use 

in time. Sold by druggists. 



CONSUMPTION 



1 



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U! 



JNIVERSITY ORGANS. 
They Lead the World.— $85 to $500„ 
Cold Direct to Families. Ho Middlemen. 
Solid Walmit-5 Octaves-Double Couplers^ 
I Guaranteed for Six Years and sent, <JQC 
I with Stool and Book, forTRiAi-iNToua vuv 
I Own Home before you buy. Established 
11859. MARCHAL 4; SMITH, 

285 East »lHt Street, is cw V orfc. 
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How is this 



A Pen and Pencil Stamp 
with your Autograph, 
an exact imitation of your 
Signature, 75 cencs. 
The Pen and Pencil in the 
ordinary way (Type) 25 cts. Big pay to agents in this 
specialty. Send I O cts. Tor catalogue. EXCELSIOR 
RUBBER STAMP WORKS, Gay & Lombard Sts., 
Baltimore. Md. 
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$3 Printing Press! 

For cards, &c. Circu- 
lar size $8. Press for 
small newspaper, $44. 
Send 2 stamps for List 
presses, type, cards, to 
factory. 

Relsey & Co., JVIeriden, Conn, _. .,.„,-,.,... ., 
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A Wonderful Offer 




FREE! 



i and a Kolled Gold Ring 



Gold Toothpick, Ivory Handled Kni: . 

Olven Tfou to introduce our Jfew Cards f»r'S8. Fifty 
?atin, Plush. Fringed, Embossed and Floral Cards, your name oa 
each, and A LL the ahuTe articles for &."» cts. 
JUM l*JtlX r ri»T<* CO., 1Va.llingford, Ct. 
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100 WITCHES 
rrpppTO our 

J! Rhh AGENTS 

We have 100 Wat < hes, besides other valuaWe 

premiums which we will give away toour agents. 

Send SO cts. for an 

18-K Kolled OoMi 

King as a sample and' 
commence now. Name this paper. 
C0N.N. JEWELKY CO., Lock Box 200, WESIBK00K, COM. 
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With this Binder you enn 
keep your Papers from being 
TORN or LOST, and always 
have them HANDSOMELY 
BOIXD. 

YOUTH'S COMPAMOJ*,*) .OO 

Regular Price, 91150. 

HARPERS YOUNG PEOPLE 

and ST. NICHOLAS. B5c., 

Regular Priee, 95c. 



BOYS 



THIS IS A SNAP- 
DON'T PASS IT. 



OUR 

SI. 50 

BUVDER 

»5c. 



The manufacturers of SHIPMAN'S COMMON SENSE 
BINDERS, wishing to test the paying qualities of The Golden 
Aegosy as an advertising medium, and to introduce their Binders 
to the readers of this publication, have decided to make the follow- 
ing unparalleled offer : To auy one who will mention The Golden 
Argosy and inclose a postal note or moLey order for 95 cents, we 
will send our regular $1.50 Binder made especially for The Golden 
Argosy, with name of publication beautifully printed on front cover 
in gold. Over 200,000 sold. This is the only binder that holds 
papers firmly, as in a regularly bound book. Handsomely made, 
and when filled is a permanently bound book. NO SHOE STRING 
0E LOOSE ATTACHMENTS TO GET LOST. 

This is a sample letter from one of the 600 boys who purchased 
our Binders through our ad. in Harper's Young People : 

Peoria, 111., March 9th, 1888. 
Asa L. Shipman's Sons : Received your nice Binder for Harper's 
Ynung People, and am very much pleased with it, so much so that I 
would like three more for Harper's Young People, and one for -S<. 
Nicholas. You will find the money enclosed. 

Respectfully, WILLIE C. Bartlett, 109 South Monroe St. 
This offer will not be good after three weeks from the date 
of this Paper. ■ 
SEND FOR A HINDER NOW BEFORE YOU FORGET IT ! 
Twenty-six sizes kept in stock. Send for a list and mention this 
publication, during three weeks, and we will give you a special rate 
on any size. 

ASA L. SHIPMAN'S SONS, lO Murray St., N. Y. 




Do you feel dull, languid, low-spirited, life- 
less, and indescribably miserable, both physi- 
cally and mentally; experience a sense of 
fullness or bloating; after eating, or of "gone- 
ness," or emptiness of stomach in the morn- 
ing, tongue coated, bitter or bad taste in 
mouth, irregular appetite, dizziness, frequent 
headaches, blurred eyesight, " floating specks " 
before the eyes, nervous prostration or ex- 
haustion, irritability of temper, hot flushes 
alternating with chilly sensations, sharp, 
biting, transient pains here and there, cold 
feet, drowsiness after meals, wakefulness, or 
disturbed and unrefreshing sleep, constant, 
indescribable feeling of dread, or of impend- 
ing calamity? 

If you have all, or any considerable number 
of these symptoms, you are suffering from 
that most common of American maladiae— 
Bilious Dyspepsia, or Torpid Liver, associated 
with Dyspepsia, or Indigestion. The more 
complicated your disease has become, the 
greater the number and diversity of symp- 
toms. No matter what stage it has reached, 
Dr. Pierce's Golden medical Discovery 
will subdue it, if taken according to direc- 
tions for a reasonable length of time. If not 
cured, complications multiply and Consump- 
tion of the Lungs, Skin Diseases, Heart Disease, 
Rheumatism, Kidney Disease, or other grave 
maladies are quite liable to set in and, sooner 
or later, induce a fatal termination. 

Dr. Pierce's Golden medical Dis- 
covery acts powerfully upon the Liver, and 
through that great blood - purifying organ, 
cleanses the system of all blood-taints and im- 
purities, from whatever cause arising. It is 
equally efficacious in acting upon the Kid- 
neys, and other excretory organs, cleansing, 
strengthening, and healing their diseases. As 
an appetizing, restorative tonic, it promotes 
digestion and nutrition, thereby building up 
both flesh and strength. In malarial districts, 
this wonderful medicine has gained great 
celebrity in curing Fever and Ague, Chills and 
Fever, Dumb Ague, and kindred diseases. 

Dr. Pierce's Golden medical Dis- 
covery 

CURES ALL HUMORS, 

from a common Blotch, or Eruption, to the 
worst Scrofula. Salt-rheum, "Fever-sores," 
Scaly or Rough Skin, in short, all diseases 
caused by bad blood are conquered by this 
powerful, purifying, and invigorating medi- 
oine. Great Eating Ulcers rapidly heal under ' 
its benign influence. Especially has it mani- 
fested its potency in curing Tetter, Eczema, 
Erysipelas, Boils, Carbuncles, Sore Eyes, Scrof- 
ulous Sores and Swellings, Hip-joint Disease, 
"White Swellings," Goitre, or Thick Neck, 
and Enlarged Glands. Send ten cents in 
stamps for a large Treatise, with colored 
plates, on Skin Diseases, or the same amount 
for a Treatise on Scrofulous Affections. 

"FOR THE BLOOD IS THE LIFE." 

Thoroughly cleanse it by using Dr. Pierce's 
Golden medical Discovery, and good 
digestion, a fair skin, buoyant spirits, vital 
strength and bodily health will be established. 

CONSUMPTION, 

which is Scrolnla of the Lungs, is arrested 
and cured by this remedy, if taken in the 
earlier stages of the disease. From its mar- 
velous power over this terribly fatal disease, 
when first offering this now world-famed rem- 
edy to the public, Dr. Pierce thought seriously 
of calling it his "Consumption Cure," but 
abandoned that name as too restrictive for 
a medicine which, from its wonderful com- 
bination of tonic, or strengthening, alterative, 
or blood-cleansing, anti-bilious, pectoral, and 
nutritive properties, is unequaled, not only 
as a remedy for Consumption, but for all 
Chronic Diseases of the 

Liver, Blood, and Lungs. 

For YVeak Lungs, Spitting of Blood, Short- 
ness of Breath, Chronic Nasal Catarrh, Bron- 
chitis, Asthma, Severe Coughs, and kindred 
affections, it is an efficient remedy. 

Sold by Druggists, at $1.00, or Six Bottles 
forJ5.00. 

^" Send ten cents in stamps for Dr. Pierce'? 
book on Consumption Address, 

World's Dispensary Medical Association, 

663 main St., BUFFALO, N. ?„ 




Coleman Nat*! Business Colleg e 

NEWARK, IV, J. National Patronage, 
Best Facilities. Best course of Business 
Training, Shortest Time, Lowest Rates, 

j Open all the year. Address 

I H. COLEMAN, Pres. 

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i Nickel Plated, Self-Inking Pen and Pencil 
| Stamps ^Xour name on in Rubber, o«ly 20 cents. 



^P^ Closes straight likepencil to carry Inpocket 
'^ Club of 6 different names to one address $ 1 . 
These stamps are first-class. No Humbug I 
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STYLO AND FOUNTAIN PENS. 

Send for' circulars. Asents wanted. Fountain Holder 
fitted with best quality Gold Pen. stvlo, $1; Fountain 
SI. 59 and up, .7. i'LKTOH & CO.. 106 Liberty St., N. t. 
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336 



THE GOLDEN ARGOSY. 



NUMBER 281. 





ftf -was one? a^BadBo^ irvPbosoge, 
o iatfte mail-box put a Jrog, 



fehf success of bis joke 
JDieL'tr/T Postman, proYokc, 





u5bo actively did -tfef s ?ou"tr'frotf', 



WHV HE DANCED. 

Southern California Agent — *' There, sir, look 
over into that field. Did you ever see a man plow 
so easily as that?" 

Eastern Farmer—" By gum ! The plow does 
seem to go easy, don't it ? The man seems to en- 
joy it." 

"Yes, sir; keeps jumping and dancing along 
like a boy ; just see his heels fly." 

" Looks a good deal like a jig, I must say." 

Little Boy (native)—" Pop ain't dancin' ; he's 
tryin' ter keep outen the way o' the tarantulas an' 
rattlesnakes wot he turns up." 



SPELLING BY MACHINERY. 

Ik typewriting machines could only spell cor- 
rectly they would be in more general demand in 
good society. 



3 



"XT A TVT.7"T"VrCJ 100 Sonus, and a Japanese 
J>j iLJr JV-L1M O Curio, all mailed lor 10c. 



Address J.CL OW8, Reedsville, Pa. 
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CURE 



FOREIGN STAMPS. 100 all different. Many fine 
20a An 1888 price list sent on application. Over 
10,000 varieties in stuck. Sheets on approval. E. A. HOL- 
TON, 8 Summer St., Boston, Mass. 
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TTTTTwideaf 

Peck's Patent Improved Cushioned Ear Drums Perfectly 
Restore the Hearing, and perform the work of the natural 
drum. Invisible, comfortable and always in position. All 
conversation and even whispers heard distinctly. (Send for 
-n.-, r -f-,.~«- r ,^hr.r.Vw}th testimonials. FREE. Address or calloa 
F.HTSCOX. 853 Broadway, cor. 14th St., New York. 
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GOOD NEWS 
TO L ADIES. 

Greatest Bargains 5B3K:: 

Baking Powder and PREMIUMS. 
1« or particulars address 
The Great American Tea Co.. 
31 &33 Vesey St., New York. N. "K 
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When Baby was sick, we gave her Castoria, 
When she was a Child, she cried for Castoria, 
When she became Miss, she clung to Castoria, 
When she had Children, she gave them. Castoria, 





$3.75 



STEAM COOKER 
FREE! 



We want an active and intelligent man 
or woman to represent us in each town. 
To those who are willing to work we 
promise large profits. Cooker and 
Outfit free, apply at once for terms. 
W/il-MOT CASTLK & CO., 

Jinehester, N. Y. 
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Jhe American Cycles 

Descriptive Catalogue 
on Application. 

GoemullY&Jeffery 

s-MFG.CO.-*- 

v , j Chicago, III. 

«\ ^Ges® The largest Manufacturers in America 

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Slim Persons 

and all who are reduced in weight from overwork, 
nervousness, excessive care or severe mental 
strain, will have no difficulty in gainiDg flesh and 
general health if they take 

MAGEE'S EMULSION 

regularly according to directions. This we guar- 
antee without any hesitation, as we have yet to 
meet a slim or exhausted person who did not gain 
in weight rapidly while taking it. 



Gained 33 1-2 Pounds. 
Pawttjcket, R. I., March 21, 1886. 
J. A. Magee & Co. Dear Sirs : I write to 
inform you that I have been taking your Emul- 
sion of Cod-Liver Oil, combined with hypophos- 
phites and extract of malt ever since the nine- 
teenth of last November. It was recommended to 
me by Dr. Healey, of Newbury port, Mass., and 
while in the Anna Jacques hospital I continued to 
take it op to the first of March, and in the mean- 
while gained 33 1-2 ponnds of fieah' from its effects. 
Sincerely yours, Frank W. Hennessey. 

206 Mineral Springs Avenue, Paw tucket, E. I. 



THE GREAT MODJESKA 

eloquently indorsed a principle important to all, in the 
beauty arid preservation of the teeth: 

"I purchased, last October, while in Topeka, Kansas, 
several boxes of your Felt Tablets (Ideal Tooth Polish- 
ers) for the teeth, and have been usinsr them ever since. 
I cheerfully add _my testimony to others as to their 
value, and believe them to te an invention that will, in 
time, almost entirely supersede the brush of bristles."— 
Yours truly, Helena Modjkska. 

g "IDEAL FELT TOOTH POLISHER" jr^f^i ° 
SI HORSEY MFG. CO. UTICA.N.Y. ^SMlK 

E .__ PqxeP g3 = 

u i —- E — — — . a- ^— ^-°°— >i iTBBiniiirt^ ~ 

CO EACH POLISHER LASTS 10 DAYS. H0LOEH IMPERISHABLE. Li 

The eminent novelist, Mr. Geo. W. Cable, 

kindlv expresses his appreciation as follows: "I have 
your "brush in use, and thank you for it. It certainly 
gives the teeth an extremelv pleasant feeling of polish." 
A little familiarity in its use shows its superiority over 
bristles in the polish, beauty and benefit imparted to the 
teeth. Sold by all dealers or mailed prepaid. 
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When You Need 

An Alterative Medicine, don't forget 
that everything depends on the kind 
used. Ask for Ayer's Sarsaparilla and 
take no other. For over forty years this 
preparation has had the endorsement of 
leading physicians and druggists, and 
it has achieved a success unparalleled 
jn the history of proprietary medicines. 

"For a rash, from which I had suf- 
fered some months, my father, an M. D., 
recommended Ayer's Sarsaparilla. It 
effected a cure. I am still taking this 
medicine, as I find it to be a most pow- 
erful blood-purifier." — J. E. Cocke, 
Denton, Texas. 

" C. H. Hut, Druggist, Evansville, 
Ind., writes : " I have been selling 
Ayer's Sarsaparilla for many years. It 
maintains its popularity, while many 
other preparations, formerly as well 
known, have long been forgotten." 

"I have always recommended Ayer's 
Sarsaparilla as "superior to any other 
preparation for purifying the blood." — 
G. B. Kuykendall, M. D., Pomeroy.W.T. 

Ayer's Sarsaparilla, 

PREPARED BY 

Dr. J. C. Ayer & Co., Lowell, Mass. 

Price $1 ; six bottles, $5. Worth $5 a bottle. 



4 ^ShotCuns^ffl^Revolvers, 

U. r~#^^^ tor Price LitU GhimWorka.PittsbarrlupTP 
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HOMES 

TO-DAY 

Or, HODSEJ? 

EXAKTLES of 
MODERATE 
COST 

HOUSES 



Published in one annual and three quarterly parts. 
Annual part now ready, 96 large quarto pages, SO 
designs of buildings costing £250 to $12,000: 
nearly 200 illustrations; colored frontispiece, and full 
set framing plans and details of country house. A 
complete hand-book for tliose intending to build. 
Price. Annual Fart, 50c. Each Quarterly 
Part, 25c. The four parts postpaid, 91.00. 
F. Li SMITH, Architect, 22 School St,, BOSTON. 
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Hoes the work of one costing #100. 

INDORSED BY LEADING BUSINESS MEN. 

GEO. BECKER A CO., 

30 Great Jones St. lYew York City. 

Send for Circular. 

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Send 6c. for 20 Samples, and rules for 



Mention this paper when yououdek, and we 
will si veto each purchaser a pair of PArVT 
STRETCHERS. The best invention ever 
made for taking out wrinkles and bagsing at 
the knees, and shaping the bottoms of Pants. 




SUITS $18.25 TO +80.00. 
Every garment cut and made to the indivl 
dual men tires and direction-* given us and a fit 
guaranteed . 

Try a Pair of our $3 Custom -Made Pants. 

BAY STATE PANTS CO., Custom Clothiers 

34 Hawley Street, Boston, Masp. 




"MAKE HAY WHILE THE SUN 
SHINES." 

Clean your house betimes, and do It 'with, 

SAPOLIO. 

If you would rise Sapolio every week In the year 
the dirt in a house would be kept down and when 
house-cleaning time came it would be a pleasant 
;ask instead of the dreadful time it usually is. No ?,i. 



WILBOR'S COMPOUND OP 

IPURE COD LIVER 0IL| 

AND PHOSPHATES OP 
LIME, SODA, IRON., 



For the Cure of Consumption. Coughs, Colds, Asthma, 
Bronchitis, Debility, Westb-g Diseases and 
Scrofulous Humors. 
Almost as palatable as cream. It can be taken with 
pleasure by delicate persons and children, who, after 
usin? it, are very fond of it. It assimilates with the 
foot), increases the flesh and appetite, builds up lie ner- 
vous system, restores energy to mind and body, creates 
new, rich and pure blood, intact, rejuvenates the whole 
system. 

FLESH, BLOOD, 

NERVE, BRAIN. 

This preparation is far superior to all other prepara- 
tions of Cod-Liver Oil; it has many imitator*, but no 
equals. The results following its use are its best rec- 
ommendations. Be sure, as you value your health, and 
eret the genuine. Manufactured only by Dr. Alexh. B. 
Wilbor, Chemist, Boston, Mass. Sold by all Druggists. 



IV^i 



A. G, SPALDING & BROS. 



Offer the greatest variety of 
imported and domestic suiA 
ings for athletic purposes. 
Tennis, Bicycle, Base Ball, 
Gymnastic and Hunting Cloth- 
ing, Caps, Shoes, Shirts, Belts, 
etc., of the finest quality: 
Catalogue Catalogue free upon applica- 
tion. fj 

Free. a. G. SPALDING & BROS., 

24i Broadway, 1 108 Madison St., 
New York. I OM^acro. 
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rf *^JSr 


Send fi/rl/iemo&j- 

Catalogue 

of 




£V£f? P(/3C.IS,H£0 


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A. J. KEACH fCCQ 
23 South S 1 - h sr 
ADELPH/A PA 



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THE GREAT CHINA TEA CO 

Give away as premiums to those forming clubs foi 
the sale of their TEAS and COFFEES, Dinner, Tea 
and Toilet Sets, Silverware, Walches,ete. WHITE 
TEA SETSof 46 and 68pieces with SlOand S18 
orders. Decorated TEA SETS of 44 & 56 pieces 
with S13 and SIS orders. STEW-WINDING 
SWISS WATCHES with S15 orders. GOLD 
BAND or Moss Rose Tea Sets of 44 pieces, or 
White Dinner Sets of 113 pieces, with 8>80 or- 
ders. Send us your address and mention this paper; 
we will mail you our Club Book containingacomplete 
Premium A Trice List. The Great China Tea Co. 

aiOSTATE STREET, BOSTON, MASS- 

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